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everythingne · 19 days

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ➛ one and two - chapter one (ls2)

Your father, the President of The United States, has decided the only way to keep you ‘tame’ is up have you married off… to a Formula One driver..?

logan sargeant x first daughter!reader, smau and short fic

tws: arranged marriage,

fc: yasmin barbieri (and random other pinterest found photos)

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“This is so stupid.” you grumble a complaint into the air, looking over at your mother as she laughs from where she sits in the William’s VIP room with your father and older brother-- both Santino Colombo, your father going by Santino and your brother going by Santi.

“He’s a nice young man!” Santino defends his actions as if he isn’t asking you to do the stupidest thing you’ve ever done. You have to pretend this guy who you have never met before is your boyfriend. Now, okay, you knew a bit about Logan because you’d been a fan of his for years because of your father’s love of Formula drivers, and Logan was the only American to get points in like… twenty years. You and Logan had followed each other on socials long ago when this first 'arranged marriage' thing was brought up. You'd spoken occasionally since, but nothing too serious. A flirt here or there, a joke, then mostly just formalities.

It wasn't that you didn't like Logan, he was a fine guy and easy on the eyes but it just felt... weird, to be forced into this.

With you being the more rebellious of the two of his kids, you had to be ‘locked up.’ Which was so stupid, your twenty six year old brother was a big party boy in college. Your father having paid off so many people to be hush about his drunken idiocy. But now he was already on his way to becoming a law firm CEO with a pretty wife and two daughters and you were a little fashion student who just had her first ever big break, never having done hard drugs or got the cops called on you like dear old Santi.

But you were a girl, something to be protected, and big breaks meant it was time for you to settle in the eyes of America’s leader.

And thus, your father got in contact with the Sargeants through Dalton somehow during your fathers candidacy. And now a year and two months later you were expected to be visiting your ‘secret boyfriend of two years.’

“He’s a wonderful guy,” Santino huffs at your obvious distaste, “I wouldn’t have agreed to this if I thought he was going to be bad for you, you know.”

“You didn’t even ask me! What if I had a boyfriend!”

“You didn’t.” Santi says after a sip of his champagne, “and, if you did, Dad would’ve just had you marry the guy you were dating.”

“If he passed the dad test.” you complain, making your brother laugh while your father just rolls his eyes. You don’t have time to say anything else because he’s standing up to greet James Vowles, the team principal of Williams, and you follow suit.

"So this is the woman Logan's been keeping a secret?" James grins and you realize, yeah, okay now it's time to act.

"Sorry he kept you in the dark for so long, Mr. Vowles!" You smile, glancing over James' shoulder as you speak to see who can only be Logan approaching, "Logan does speak very highly of you."

"As he does you." James nods, stepping back to allow you to happily pull Logan in for a hug. None of this is rehearsed. None of this is planned. Logan's arms slot naturally around yours life he was sculpted from the same marble, and your head fits perfectly under his chin. When you both step back, you let out of a soft giggle with flushed cheeks and try to not see the obvious overjoyed expression on your fathers face.

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Logan's drivers room is neat, tidy, but small. He lets you take up the somewhat comfy couch while he pulls his fireproof over his head with his back to you. You both have sat in silence for the past five minutes, your parents whisking you off to the 'comfort' of Logan's room so you both could bond.

"So." Logan turns around once he's fully changed into his racing gear, and you try your hardest to make sure your eyes don't wander because god damnit did those fireproofs have to be so tight?

"So?" You echo with a tad more curiosity in your tone and Logan pops down next to you.

"I was told we need to have a consistent story to not get caught." His eyes meet yours breifly before he's looking away, almost bashfully as his hand comes to toy with his hair, "but I have no idea what that should be."

"You were born in Fort Lauderdale, right?" You ask, and when Logan nods you grin, "Alright, here it is, we were neighbors growing up. Your brother and my brother were really good friends, since I think they're the same age? We tagged along with the older brothers. When you moved we lost contact, but, when you started racing in Formula I got in contact with you via Instagram and the rest is history."

"Childhood best friends seems American enough," Logan grins and a laugh barks out of you that you aren't expecting. A smile pokes at his face and he looks away, almost like he's shy about making you laugh, which is only solidified by the blush you notice on his cheeks.

"Alrighty then, childhood best friend." You tap his thigh with your heel from where your legs are crossed, eyes peeking up as someone knocks on the door.

"Come in," Logan calls, his hand going to rest on your knee before none other than Alex Albon pops open the door with a very curious Lily behind him.

"Oh! Good." Alex steps in, letting Lily in before the door clicks shut. You can see Logan send Alex a confused look before the Thai driver opens his mouth and just says whatever comes to mind.

Which is, "How the fuck did you rizz her?"

"Alex!" Lily whacks her boyfriends arm and you can't help but burst into laughter, hiding your face in Logan's shoulder as you do. You miss whatever defense Logan throws at Alex because of the feeling of Logan pulling you closer by your thigh. It shocks you how much his touch feels like fire against your skin.

"All her," is what Logan says when he turns to you and the smile that crosses your face is natural as you shrug. Lily comes over to introduce herself, leaving Logan and Alex to bicker as she pulls you into a carefully coordinated hug.

"It's so nice to have another girl in the Williams garage." She says as she steps back, and you stand to continue the conversation a bit further away from whatever argument Alex has undoubtedly pulled Logan into now. Logan's hand squeezes your wrist when you walk away, a small fleeting touch, and it makes your cheeks red.

Shit. Why was he making you so flustered?

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"Are we like soft launching it?" You ask Logan as you wait for him to be called out to race, he's been fiddling with his sleeve for the past five minutes in agonizing silence. So you try and get his mind off the upcoming race.

"What?"

"Us, are we just gonna like... kiss after the race and be caught by cameras? Or try and like... be sneaky with it? Like pretending we're hiding from cameras but letting them catch us and whatnot."

Logan blinks, his hand falling from fiddling with his sleeve to his lap where you've laid your legs over. ("So you can get used to how close we have to be for media," Logan had suggested.) His hand comes to rub small circles just above your knee as you lean back against the back of the couch.

"I... is there one you prefer?" He asks, pulling out his phone to do what looks like texting someone back, "I can do either, I just don't wanna make you uncomfortable."

"I think teasing it would be really cute," you smile and he nods, asking for you to explain, so you burst into a long list of ideas. Fleeting touches, hugs that last just a bit too long to be platonic, pictures of gifted bouquets and hidden faces for 'date nights' and early mornings. He smiles at you enthusiasm as you explain every little minute detail, and then he just takes one of your hands in his and presses a kiss to the back of it.

"Just tell me when, and I'm yours." He whispers, and you try to ignore the obvious affection in his eyes that has your cheeks warming up.

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Logan scores points. You're not even sure what place he ends up in, but you just know he scores points by the way Williams is cheering. You can even hear Logan laughing over his radio and your heart is in your throat as you join Lily in jumping up and down in excitement. Both Alex and Logan has gotten points, for the first time this season.

Your feet carry you, Lily pulling you along, your family laughing as you're brought to the garage and away from them. She detaches when Alex is out of his car, happily extending an arm for Lily to attach to his side as he holds his helmet in the other.

You, however, stop dead in your tracks.

Logan's tugging off his balaclava with the biggest smile on his face. The crows feet of his eyes tight with the smile that pulls them in, same with the way his cheeks puff out in happiness. You can't help but feel a blush on your face at the sight of him, sweaty, and yet with that amazing post-race glow your sister had joked about.

Holy shit, it really was a thing.

You feel cameras on you as you slowly make your way over, finding your footing like a fawn until Logan spots you and-- if possible, his grin grows even wider. You smile, quickening your steps until your pressed firm against his chest. His broad shoulder blocking the light as his arms encircle you, protecting you from the world as he dips his lips down to whisper.

"You can't look at me like that if we're soft-launching." He laughs and you follow suit, arms tight around his waist as you quickly reply,

"I'm just so proud of you, you drove really well today."

His arms tighten a bit more and you assume this is the whole, hugs that are a bit more than platonic bit. When you step back, he keeps his eyes on you and one hand on your back as Alex comes over to celebrate with him.

Later that night, a text lights up your phone,

'if you want a full miami day, tomorrow ill pick you up around nine?"

And the giggles that leave you are genuine as you throw yourself out of bed to pick out some clothes for the list of activities that Logan has planned.

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svthub · 9 months

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welcome to the disco! choose your partner for a whirl around the dance floor to the grooviest tracks today. get funky as you boogie the night away.

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treedaddymcpuffpuff · 6 days

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Excessive Force : Tom Ludlow x Fem Nurse Reader (COLLAB W/ THE INCREDIBLE @johnwickb1tsch) - Chapter One Two Three Four Five Six Seven

TW: NSFW, bondage, uncomfy situations

The next time you see Dr. Julian, (which isn’t at the jail, because you fucking tried to go bail him out and they just looked at you like you were crazy when you kept insisting Dr. Julian Mercer had to be in there) he has a red mark around his neck, a black eye, and a bump on his temple that’s almost the size of a chicken egg.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” you hiss, rushing over to him. He takes your elbow and ducks the two of you into a supply closet. You think he just wants to have a private conversation, until he backs you into the shelves with a tonsil-inspecting, toe-curling kiss, his big hands digging into your waist. You grab fistfuls of his lab coat, you are so surprised it doesn’t even occur to you to fight him. When he finally pulls back you are breathless—and in shock.

He seems to find this adorable, reaching up to caress your face. “Now all that was worth it,” he says cheekily.

You blink up at him, stupid as a lamb. “Did he hurt you?” you demand, trying to inspect the mark around his neck.

“We reached an understanding,” Julian assures you with a dark look, taking your hands in his own.

“But—“

“Don’t worry about it, y/n. Really.” It comes out like an order, and you don’t really like it when he talks to you that way, but you guess you understand that he doesn’t want to talk about Ludlow anymore.

“Ok.”

You are so going to worry about it. You also know there’s no way in hell that he’s going to want to see you anymore.

He looks down at you with that soft expression that warms your insides. “When’s your next day off?”

You blink again. “Friday?”

“Can I make you dinner?”

“You want…to cook for me?”

“At my place. Around seven. I’ll text you the address.”

You’re still not sure if that was a request or an order, but you’re so dumbfounded that it doesn’t even occur to you to offer an opinion.

“But what about…?”

“I’m not scared of him, y/n.” The marks on his face indicate that maybe he should be, but the set of this man’s jaw indicates that maybe Ludlow has met his match.

“I’m really sorry. About all of this.”

“I already told you, it’s not your fault.” There’s a flinty note in his voice, and you can tell he just wants you to drop it. Inwardly you flinch a little, but you nod.

***

You suppose because he’s banned from being treated by you at the hospital, pulling you over in the dead of night after your shift becomes his go-to game. Maybe you should have started taking a different route home, but the highway was the fastest (and usually safest) way to go, and the thought of changing your personal day-to-day just for this asshole makes you see red. You refuse, and so you keep getting pulled over, four more times for weaker and weaker excuses. Not signaling when changing lanes. Using your phone (you weren’t). An obstruction to vision hanging from your rearview. And the cherry on top—too dim fucking blinkers?

He even has the gall to check up on you, going so far as to inspect your wrists one evening, and turning your head from side to side with an authoritative finger hooked under your chin. “What do you think you’re doing?” you demand.

“Just making sure Dr. Bitch is behaving himself.”

“That is none of your business.”

“If he hurts you I’ll make it my business.” He just says it so casually. Water is wet, the sun is hot, and Tom Ludlow will fuck up Dr. Mercer’s day if he hurts you, even with consensual rough play. No one has ever stuck their neck out for you like that, and it is not helpful, what this misplaced concern does to your insides. This guy is 300% Pure Asshole. You should not be warming to him.

Truth be told, you are nervous about your date with Julian tomorrow night. Maybe he’s being sweet and cooking for you—but it will also be on his home turf, like meeting a wolf in his den. You don’t really think Julian would hurt you. In fact, the thought seems absurd. But then again…people never cease to surprise you. You see the result of mankind’s insatiable bloodthirst every day at work.

Despite your completely misplaced feelings for Officer Tom Ludlow, the fact stands that he is absolutely harassing you, and what he did to Julian outside the coffee shop was totally unacceptable. Maybe you don’t have any money to sue the LAPD like Julian does, but you’re not totally without a voice. The next morning you find yourself going downtown to the Police Headquarters to file a complaint.

The place is bustling, filled with uniforms and plainclothes and people from every walk of life. It reminds you of the hospital in a way, and a wisp of a thought occurs to you that it’s interesting that you and Officer Ludlow engage in the two professions that truly hold together the fabric of society. Politicians like to think what they do is important, but the two of you do the real dirty work to help people survive through their day to day. There could have been something to that between you—if he wasn’t such a fucking creeper in his off hours.

You follow the signs and the directions from various people behind desks to the Complaints Department. It’s a cordoned off area enclosed by glass. With your hand on the door handle you see who is sitting there behind a cheap mdf wood desk, looking unfairly handsome in his black beat uniform.

You freeze.

How the fuck is he everywhere at once? It dawns on you that if he’s working his shift here during the day—he’s fucking with you on his own time at night. It simultaneously creeps you out and thrills you to your toes, and you know you are one sick puppy.

You know you don’t have the guts to march in there and face him, so you decide to bounce. Of course, not before he turns his head at just the right moment. It’s like this man has a radar for your very presence, and your eyes meet through the glass.

He knows exactly why you’re here, of course, and he smirks at you as though to say, ‘Tell me all about it.’

Bastard.

You turn on your heel, and pray he doesn’t follow you.

***

Later that night, you find yourself seated at the island with a glass of white wine in Dr. Mercer’s Spanish Revival style home in Santa Monica, watching him cook for you. He’s utterly edible, in a pressed light blue button down and khakis that should look dorky but somehow he just makes them look GQ worthy. He’s even worn a tie for you. He’s also wearing an apron, and it’s not so corny as to say Kiss The Cook but you did anyway first thing upon walking through the door. You’d asked if you could help with the meal, and he’d declined with a gracious smile.

Now, you’re pretty sure he parked you here so you could get a view of his tight little rear end as he works at the stove.

You take another big sip of wine. It’s really not fair in the least.

He serves up chicken piccata with fresh vegetables out on the patio, complete with candlelight. The warm night breeze is like the breath of angels, and it’s possibly the most romantic dinner anyone has ever treated you to, and it makes you almost uncomfortable inside, how nice all this is. You know he’d said that he liked you, and he didn’t want a perfect girlfriend…but you can’t help but feel like an imposter here.

There were no candlelit dinners with homemade Italian food and fine wine back in Kansas. There were bonfires in someone’s daddy’s back farm field, copious amounts of beer, and you were lucky if you didn’t get knocked up on the bench seat of someone’s rusty old pickup truck before the night was out. Yee fuckin’ haw.

“You alright?” he asks, reaching across the table to touch your hand.

You realize that you have zoned out, while he was talking, again.

“Fine,” you answer quickly, bolstering yourself with another sip of wine. You’re on your second glass now—you should probably slow down, but it’s so good. “I was just thinking…about how nice, all this is. Thank you, Julian. You’re so sweet.”

He smiles at you from across the table, a winsome and heart-squeezing curl of lips, and he’s so handsome even with the now healing black eye.

“I’m maybe sensing some anxiety stemming from Imposter Syndrome,” he says gently.

“Is that your official diagnosis, Doctor?”

You can tell he likes it when you talk this way to him, even outside of the hospital. You can see it in the sparkle of his lovely mocha-brown eyes. “Something like that.” He leans in towards you, his elbows on the little bistro-style table, pinning you with that acute stare. “I don’t know what happened to you, where you came from, y/n. Maybe you’ll trust me enough to tell me later. But I do know that it’s in the past, and it doesn’t mean you don’t deserve something nice for yourself now. Does that make sense?”

It hits way too close to home, and with a sigh you lean back in your chair, unable to meet his eyes again.

“It sounds so easy, when you put it that way.”

He tilts his head as he examines you, and you’re afraid that attentive stare misses nothing. “I could make it easy, for you,” he offers quietly. Something about that soft but oh-so-sure tone lifts every little fine hair on your body, a wave of gooseflesh erupting across your skin. You feel like a rabbit flicking its ears at the sound of danger, not quite sure which direction it’s coming from.

“What do you mean?” you dare ask.

“It’s part of the appeal of submission for some people, to hand over complete control to someone you trust, to let them make you feel good. It can be an almost…therapeutic release. I think I could do that for you.”

Your heart chooses that moment to lodge itself in your throat, and it takes an embarrassingly long few seconds for you to find your voice again. As usual when you feel wildly uncomfortable, you opt for humor. “Wow, do you subscribe this to your patients often?”

He chuckles, and it is dark and rich as bitter chocolate. “No, though maybe I should.”

You can’t help but notice you haven’t even made it through the main course, before he is bringing this up again. It must be something he really wants from you—and a part of you still finds that so hard to believe. He’d said your defiance on that patient’s discharge triggered this need in him. You wonder if there are other things about you, that has made him zero you out. It’s happened to you before. Narcissists just seem to sniff you out like they’re fucking bloodhounds.

Is Julian like that, underneath all the good looks, the pleasantness, the charm?

Does he think you’d be easy to control? Or does he want a challenge because your dumb ass is stubborn as a mule?

Does he know that if things go badly, you have no one here to offer recourse?

Unless, of course, you count Officer Tom Ludlow, but dear lord that is not the backup plan you want to rely on.

“Well…I’m still thinking about all that,” you deflect, throwing your attention into coiling pasta around your fork, trying not to appear like a complete philistine.

He has the grace not to appear disappointed, though there is a certain sharpness in his look now, and you have a feeling Dr. Mercer is not used to not getting his way, eventually.

***

Julian does let you help with the dishes, and pours you yet another glass of wine. “Digestivo,” he says with a perfect accent and a little smile to himself. He explains it’s the word for the “after dinner drink” in Italy. Apparently it’s usually a liquor, but it seems he doesn’t want you that drunk.

At least, not yet.

He asks if you want to watch a movie or listen to some music? You agree, ask him to pick something out, and excuse yourself to go to the bathroom. When you return he is stretched out on the couch, looking utterly handsome, and you find yourself just staring while his head is turned towards the massive TV.

“I know you’re there,” he finally says with a little smile, turning to look at you knowingly. Cautiously you approach, glad for some reason that the tall back of the leather couch is between you. Perhaps the soft little woodland creature that will forever live inside you senses the wolf nearby, even if it’s wearing Brooks Brothers.

“Sorry,” you say apologetically, soft-pawing further into the room. You dare to lean on the back of the couch to look down at him, not quite ready to join him on his level. He seems to understand all too well, and is completely amused by it.

“That’s ok. I can’t keep my eyes off you either. You’re so beautiful.”

You let out a long breath through your nose, never comfortable with what to say to it. You’d been assured by so many people in your early life, that you were in fact an ugly little toad worth less than nothing. Later, those that told you that you were pretty, hurt you in different ways. You wish you could just…take it at face value, and say thanks, without overanalyzing it six hundred ways from Sunday.

“You don’t think so?” He asks, looking up at you with curious eyes. Since you walked through his door tonight, you’ve felt like he’s been studying you, and you sincerely hope it’s not to find your weaknesses and exploit them but rather understand them.

It would be so nice to be understood by a man like Julian, even if he is chaining you to a wall and whipping you while doing it. The thought makes you giggle, and this seems to perplex and amuse him.

“Well?” He asks, reaching up to boldly smooth your cheekbone. “You don’t think you’re beautiful?”

You try to blame your honesty on the wine when you answer truthfully: “not really.”

Most men don’t want to hear about insecurities and flaws; they want self actualized, confident women who carry themselves in a way you’ll never be able to. It's hard to have self esteem, especially when you’ve spent the majority of your life getting told you shouldn’t have any.

“Hmm.” His thumb rests lightly on your chin, and he parts your mouth a little like he means to kiss you, although he makes no actual move to do so. “That’s another thing I could help you with.”

You're a little lost in the white capped crash of your thoughts, of the pleasant heat in his long, skilled fingers, of the endless dark in his blown black eyes. It takes you a full thirty seconds to think about the conversation, and even then you have to stupidly ask: “what?”

“Feeling beautiful, because you are.” Maybe you don’t mind the bossy, matter of fact tone as much when it’s demanding that you’re worthy and pretty.

“Are you going to kiss me again?” You ask, because you can’t stop thinking about how good his mouth feels on your face.

“Ask me nicely.” That big thumb runs a torturous line over your parted bottom lip.

“You ask me,” you challenge, giggling at your own insolence.

Oh, he loves that, when you push back. The wicked, lazy grin says it all. “How about I make you?”

You press your tummy against the soft, worn leather of his couch to lift yourself up and over, cupping his cheeks and pecking a little kiss to his silky lips. “I’d like to see you try.”

Apparently this is the absolute wrong thing—or absolute right thing—to say to this man, to make him spring up and over the couch, lithe as a panther in his pursuit of you, a feral grin in place. You are not proud, but your first instinct is to bolt, a little scream escaping your lips.

Which is stupid, of course, because he has the body of a runner and legs that are a mile long. You have no idea where you are going, down a convenient hallway. You make it three steps before this man has you grabbed up in his long arms, and he is kissing you as though he means to inhale you. He presses you into the wall, his solid weight so delicious against you, and you know there is no escape unless he decides to let you go.

Somehow, you don’t forsee that happening any time soon.

You surge up on tiptoe to meet him with a moan, your hands sliding over the trim muscles of his chest. He easily grasps both your wrists in his one, obscenely big paw, pinning them above your head.

He pulls back to assess what you think about this, his dark eyes blown wide with desire. You can barely breathe past your heart thundering in your chest, your thighs pressed tightly in a sad attempt to relieve some of the ache between them. You lips are kiss-swollen and moist with his saliva, and you lick them, tasting him. His gaze fixes on your mouth hungrily, before lifting to your eyes again.

When you give the barest nod, he leans in to kiss you again, slower this time, but no less claiming. His lips are soft, and clever, and wreak havoc with your ability to think coherently. And when he slips his lean thigh between your legs so that you might get some relief, you think you might just expire from the pent up desire threatening to burst you at your seams.

It’s not good, you know, when you can’t help but think about Detective Tom Ludlow, and how part of this aching madness in your loins is built up from his brash brand of torture, and you can’t help but imagine what it might be like to feel his rough hands pinning you to the wall like a butterfly. Maybe it’s just the wine, but these distracted thoughts are not good at all.

Julian half carries you, half guides you in a halting walk further down the hallway, opening a door and ushering you inside. It’s a bedroom, though if its his room, you can’t really tell at a glance. It’s nicely decorated, fairly normal, no chains hanging from the ceilings or racks on the walls, and the bed is soft as he presses you back into it with another bone-melting kiss.

He props himself on his elbows so he can look down at you with a mischievous warm smile that lights up your insides. “You really are beautiful,” he tells you gently, tracing your hairline at your temple.

God. If he keeps telling you like this, maybe you will start believing him.

You tug on his tie to bring him back to you, craving another of his sweet kisses. He narrows his eyes at you playfully, and you watch with fascination as he reaches up to loosen the silk noose around his neck.

“Wait.” You halt him, hand on his chest, and he stops the little show.

“What? You okay?” It doesn’t occur to you that this man is just as needy as you are until you hear the heavy pant in his voice, the gravelly scratch of desire polluting his usual smooth pitch that reminds you way too much of someone else that you’re trying not to think about—and failing miserably at.

“I don’t know if I’m ready for all of that,” you say honestly, opening up raw in exchange for the concern on his pretty, angled face.

“Being tied up?” He asks, smoothing your hair off your temple.

“No, I’ve been tied up before.” Although that’s a story for a different day, it’s not like you’re the Virgin Mary, and you don’t want to be—you don’t want him to think that you are—a prude.

“Was it…a bad experience for you?” As he asks this he strokes your hair, petting you like soothing an animal with his light touch.

You hate to say, it’s working.

“Kind of.”

“Maybe…they didn’t stop something you didn’t like when you asked them to?”

That was the understatement of the century.

You close your eyes against the sinking feeling that overcomes you, when you even slightly crack the lockbox that is your stockpile of unpleasant memories from your youth.

“No,” you answer simply, but you know he can hear it all in the roughness of your voice in that one small word.

“What if we have a safeword? If I do anything you don’t like, you say the word, and I promise you I will stop.”

You freeze like a rabbit that's been spotted by a predator, as you mull this over. You know that’s how these things are supposed to go. But once a man has you tied up and at his mercy…he can do anything he wants with you. And men can be so awful, when they feel like they have all the power in their hands.

Is this man awful? It certainly doesn’t seem so. But dear god, you have been so wrong before.

“Maybe….” You roll your eyes up to the ceiling, searching for the right words, determined, for once, not to hide your own needs in favor of someone else’s. “Maybe if you help me understand why this is something you need so much?”

You know it’s possible you’re killing the vibe with such a demand—but maybe it wouldn’t be a bad thing to slow down and talk.

He blinks down at you, undoubtedly not used to being inquisitioned like this by anyone. “That’s…a big question.”

A surge of annoyance rises in you—as if dating isn’t dangerous enough for women as it is—he’s literally asking you to trust him with your life.

“Oh my god. Ok, get off.” You start to squirm beneath him, pushing at his chest. For a moment you panic, because he is big, and you know he’s not going anywhere, unless he wants to.

To his credit, and your great surpriseâ€“he actually does. He seems disappointed, and his breathing is heavy, his beautiful hair disheveled, but he’s not angry. At least, as far as you can tell. He shoves his hands in his pockets, maybe to keep them off of you.

It is hard not to stare at the sizeable bulge in his preppy khakis.

He blows a long breath out of his nostrils, closing his eyes. “I like to be in charge,” he tells you quietly, not opening his eyes, “Because when I was far too young, my stepmother groomed me to be her pretty plaything. I thought I was getting revenge on my father, because I was angry at him for divorcing my mother. But the joke was on me. I did…anything she asked, and she asked a lot. I didn’t even realize how fucked up it was, until I went away to college. When she sensed she was losing her hold on me, she actually tried to get me to drop out, then she tried to get me expelled. She was a fucking piece of work, and that’s why I am the way I am.”

When at last he works up the courage to look at you, he finds you sitting on the edge of the bed in your pretty dress like a rumpled flower, with tears in your eyes for him. “I’m so sorry, Julian…” You reach for him, even though you’re unsure he even wants to be held.

“And I like to bind my partners’ hands, because sometimes being touched during what should be the most wonderful act a man can enjoy reminds me of her, and I can’t stand it. Even…when I’m with someone who I want to touch me.” He gives you a pointed look then, and you understand, and you don’t think he’s trying to manipulate you. He’s just telling you an ugly truth.

Now, it seems you’re both agitated, and what had promised to be a lovely evening is now spiraling down into the abyss. You can’t help but feel responsible for that.

Julian shakes himself, and shakes his head. You feel him drawing away from you, even before he’s moved his feet. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. I promise, I don’t want to hurt you.”

Then he does start to retreat, but you reach out to him. “Julian, wait…”

He freezes in his tracks, looking up at you through the curtain of his silky hair.

“Pineapple.”

He lifts an eyebrow, genuinely confused. “Excuse me?”

“That’s my safe word.”

To be honest, you’re not entirely sure if you’re doing this because you want to, or because as usual, you sense someone needs a part of you for their own wellbeing, more than you think you do.

His mouth twists in a smile seemingly involuntarily. “I suppose that isn’t something one usually hears in the throes of passion.”

“Isn’t that the point?”

“Yes.” His look sharpens upon you then, and you feel a fresh gush of moisture between your legs, your bare toes curling. Suddenly, he seems taller, somehow, as though he’s taking up more space in the room than before. “Are you sure about this, y/n?”

Not really, but this won’t be the first time you jump in head first to something you don’t know if you can handle. “Yeah. I believe you, when you say you won’t hurt me.”

Maybe you’re not sure exactly where the whole punishment thing fits in he was talking about earlier, but you assume you’ll get to that later.

He nods, his nostrils flaring as he looks you over again. You watch as his chest rises and falls with deep breaths. And then he returns to loosening that shining blue silk tie from his neck, sliding the fine fabric between his long fingers. “I picked this color tonight because I thought it would look so pretty on you,” he admits.

“How…thoughtful?” You can’t help but tease him, even if your heart is suddenly hammering in your chest.

“Hmm. Someone always has something smart to say.” He strides across the room to you, boldly standing between your legs at the edge of the bed.

“I think you like it?” You can’t help the squeak in your voice, and it makes him smirk down at you. It’s unnervingly similar to someone else who likes to throw around an insouciant half smile, and your fingers curl in the bedspread by your thighs.

Do not think about Tom right now.

It’s too late, of course.

“Give me your hands.” There is that authoritative tone again, that makes everyone at the hospital and out in the real world stand at attention. Everyone, but Tom Ludlow, of course. Unbidden, the image of Tom’s fist making that irreverent gesture out the window enters your head—and like the idiot you are, you smile.

It causes Julian to look at you strangely, searching you out. “What’s so funny?”

You sigh, closing your eyes against that probing stare. “I don’t know,” you deflect, master of the witty riposte as always. Hoping to distract him, you offer up your wrists. “Like this?” you ask, and golly if your ploy doesn’t work.

“That’s my good girl.” A damning warmth spreads through you from his praise, and you watch with fascination as he loops your wrists with the blue silk, tying it off with a beautiful bow that does look pretty against your skin. “We’ll start with this,” he tells you. “If you really want, you can undo it with your teeth.”

Biting your lip, you nod up at him, appreciating the gesture.

“Tell me the safeword?” He asks, lifting your hands up above your head, looking absolutely feral, ready to eat you alive.

“Pineapple,” you tell him, flexing your hands above your head and pushing your tits out for him. God, it’s been forever since you’ve had anything inside you besides your own boring fingers, and you’re more than ready for him to take the straining bulge out of his pants and slip it into your perpetually aching cunt.

“Keep your hands above your head for me?” You can tell by his tone that it’s more of a demand than an ask, but at least he's trying to be sweet despite wrestling internally with some beast that wants to bind you immobile and shove a gag in your mouth.

Every hair stands on end at just the thrill of having his silky, non committed tie around your wrists, so you wonder how you’d fair in something stricter. Apparently, your vagina likes the theory of it, because she pulses insistently for some kind of attention—Jesus, any kind of attention that’s not just from you.

You and her may argue sometimes—much more now that Ludlow has kicked the imaginary door of your life down and stormed in for a raid—but you still share the same brain, and both of you agree that Julian is very fucking hot while he takes off his upper attire to reveal toned, tight, thin muscle and perfect golden skin.

“Is there, um, anything you want me to call you?” You ask, little toes curling and flexing on his comforter.

“You want to properly address me?” His teeth peek out of the wayward grin, hands slipping the belt out of his pants and filling you with Tom thoughts again.

“Yeah, I do.”

“How about Doctor? Something familiar?”

“Something tells me you’ve thought of this scenario before,” you muse, toying with the wrought iron post of his bed. You have to admit, Doctor isn’t your favorite term of endearment, but you suppose that if it makes him fuck you sooner it doesn’t really matter.

Sans pants, his cock tents and fills his briefs, and that tiny creature living inside you comes out of her burrow to remind you that she’s very, very hungry. He really is a gorgeous specimen of a man. You could probably find his mimic in a museum statue or erotic magazine with only one huge, girthy difference.

How the fuck is that monster not going to hurt you after years of only having your own little fingers for comparison?

“Jesus,” you breathe, unaware that you say it out loud at first.

He pumps his hand once or twice over the silk coated shaft, showing off that big, beautiful cock and rubbing a bead of pearly cum over the tip. “Hands above your head, y/n, and don’t make me say it a third time.”

You bite your lip hard to keep from groaning in protest and place those conniving, sneaky limbs up above you again. “Yes, Doctor.” It would sound strange to you if you had any common sense right now—if your brain wasn’t currently leaking out of your cunt.

A little piece of you—actually and worryingly it’s more than just a little piece—wants to challenge him to see exactly what he’ll do.

“Do you want me to tell you what I wanted to do to you when you disobeyed my orders?”

“Spank me?” You ask, words too bold for how you’re feeling—how your whole body is overflowing with burning, bashful blood and sinking into the cushion of his bed to hide.

He laughs, low and wicked, and shakes his head. At least you get a little needy grumble from him, although you’re not sure if that’s because he’s stroking his cock or not. “No, not spank you. I think you’d enjoy that too much.”

“Then what?” You raise your chin a little bit, and the look he pins you with reminds you of what wild horses must see in the person’s eyes that wants to ride and break and domesticate them. A little panic alarm lights up your brain, and it gets louder the more he talks.

“Instead of rubbing these tired, sore feet, I would have gotten a thin piece of finished wood and whipped them with it.”

Your toes instantly curl and tuck in defense, heels digging into the bed to shy away from his mean words. “I don’t know if I’d like that,” you admit.

“That’s the point of a punishment, little girl. You’re not supposed to like it.” Julian transforms into something scary for the first time, and you think this might be that dominant side of him coming to bat again. You don’t really like it when he’s all business no play, void of jokes and grins, snarling like a rabid jaguar.

“Julian, I don’t think I’m comfortable with that. It scares me.”

His ferocity goes limp right along with his dick, and the sight of that makes you want to scream and cry and pound your fists on the floor like a tantrum throwing child. Your vagina, who was just minutes ago getting along with you, once again wants you dead.

Dr. Jekyll sits beside you on the bed and puts a soothing, heating pad hand on your belly. “I’m sorry, are you alright? I shouldn’t have gone into that so fast. I got carried away. It’s been a while.”

Although his apology is warranted, and what he says is true about going too far, that caretaker in your blood wants nothing more than to soothe him while he has a mini existential crisis about making you feel uncomfortable. You sit up and rub his shoulders with bound hands.

“Julian, it’s okay. I get it. I’m sorry.”

“There’s nothing for you to be sorry for,” he replies, combing a hand through his soft hair. “We should have discussed details before jumping in. I just”—he cups your cheek and kisses your head—“I’ve wanted you for a long time.”

The thought of having to go through a detailed discussion before having sex with your partner every time has the opposite effect of Tom Ludlow’s—fuck, here he is again—spontaneity and makes your pussy dry up.

As though he senses you’re about to take your teeth to his very nice silk tie, he turns to unbind your hands with one deft pull. You feel fine, but you can’t stop yourself from rubbing your wrists. You sit there in the quiet together for what feels like a long time, your head resting lightly on his shoulder.

“Y/n?”

“Yeah?” He takes your hand, kissing your palm. “That thing I told you? It’s not something I offer up freely to anyone. Not even my playmates.”

You nod against him. “I understand.”

“I just…wanted you to know me.”

The human need to lay yourself bare in the hopes of acceptance is something you understand all too well—and something you never do anymore, because it just always ends badly. That he wanted you that much squeezes your heart in a merciless fist, because the healer in you wants to help him, but you’re not sure you can give this man what he really needs.

“Did you…want me before I talked back to you?” Suddenly the question is burning in your brain and you have to know.

Julian smirks at that. “You’ve always talked back to me, y/n.” With that he kisses your forehead, and starts to get dressed again.

What a goddamned shame.

It’s totally not helpful, but you can’t stop yourself from thinking that if Tom had you in this position tonight, you wouldn’t be able to walk right, and not because you’d said the wrong thing and got yourself punished with a sliver of wood or whatever the fuck Julian kept in his closet.

You wouldn’t be going home feeling even emptier than when you arrived.

Maybe, you wouldn’t be going home at all.

Julian asks you to stay with him a while longer to cuddle on the couch and watch a movie—some cheap new thriller that makes you both jump and gasp. It’s sort of funny, to watch the man that was just spouting off his desire to use ancient torture methods on you get scared at a guy with a shiny knife popping out of bushes.

At one point, while you’re laying on his bare chest and inhaling the citrusy sweat of his skin and becoming increasingly warm to the idea of giving his discarded silky tie another try, you start tracing your fingers down the hard line of his stomach, flicking over the elastic of his thin sweatpants.

He stalls your movement, and looks down at you apologetically. “Not tonight, honey.”

You know he was just fiending for your bound form with his dick in his hand, so you’re not sure why he’s stopping you, but your woe-is-me brain immediately, and as usual, jumps to the conclusion that he never wanted you in the first place.

You will not be the giving tree anymore. You will not be the obsessed, lovesick girl willing to do anything just to get that same love back. You won’t—you can’t—do it again.

“It’s late,” you sigh, sitting up. You’ve long sobered from dinner, and you’re tired, and you kind of want to be alone so you can go home and cry. “Thank you for dinner.” You’re not so sure about the rest, and in the rueful curl of Julian’s lips you can tell he’s well aware how disappointing all this was. For both of you, you suppose. He kisses you goodnight at the door, and you get in your car to drive home.

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Naoya x Reader | 3.3k | 18+ only!

Includes: female!reader, femdom!reader, man ass getting ate, submissive!naoya (mostly).

Content Warnings: consensual sexual asphyxiation, blatant cheating, prostitution, casual sexism.

Part of the Jujutsu Journal collab hosted by @ayyy-pee, thank you so much for including me! A big thank you to @mysteria157 for beta'ing extensively for me, as well as a couple of my close friends, and a big happy birthday to (you know who you are)

Naoya hates the rain.

Even in the summer months it’s less refreshing to him and more of a nuisance- sticky, damp, and everywhere. It pitters and soaks into his clothes and he would have brought an umbrella- if this was a place where anyone cared about getting rained on.

It's not.

The hotel is dingy and not worthy of the sad little three star review rating it managed to gain. The pavement he steps over is cracked, and the entrance he steps through is worn. Whatever. It suits his needs, even if it makes his clothes stink. He’d never get recognized in this part of town.

He gives the front desk clerk a cursory glance- feeling snide at the state of his wrinkled shirt and miserably nonchalant disposition. Naoya doesn’t have to check in, nobody does here. But he drops cash on the desk and keeps walking, not caring if it’s too much or too little.

You had already texted him the room number. He wonders if a place like this even has an elevator.

He turns down the hall and is only mildly surprised to find that there is, indeed, an elevator, despite this place only having three stories. It’s got trace amounts of rust. It squeals when the doors slide open.

He glances at his watch, tapping the screen to pull up your text. 36. He scoffs to himself. You and your third floors. Something about feeling unsafe on the first floor, which is stupid. He’s never understood that about you.

He finds the room quickly, ignoring the fact that as he gets closer, his collar feels tighter. It’s been too long since he’s seen you. He swears he can smell your perfume over all the mildew in the disgusting sixty year old hallway carpet. The perfume was his choice, of course. A birthday gift. You had almost refused it, saying that you don’t take gifts from clients and blah blah blah. He’s not one to look a horse in the mouth, so he had made you suck his cock to earn it. It does smell good on you.

He knocks quickly, six short thuds on the door. He doesn’t bother to try the handle, he knows it’s locked. He gives a quick glance at the hallway around him when he hears the door unlock, and watches the handle turn.

“Mr. Zenin.” You greet him with a graceful smile. He rolls his eyes and walks past you into the room, not wanting to linger in the hallway.

“You’re late,” you accuse sweetly. “A half hour late, to be precise.”

“Put it on my tab.” He grumbles. You just smile, approaching him and helping him out of his coat just how he likes, smoothing your hands out over his back as you do. You hook the coat over the crooked little hanger that juts out of the wall, looking stupidly bespoke on outdated wallpaper.

He takes a seat unceremoniously in the faded pink chair sitting opposite the bed.

“This place is a dump.” He says. He eyes your clothes- pink and flowy, opaque but not thick enough to hide your shape. It flows over you like water, and his collar feels tighter. You smile gently and walk over to press your palms into his shoulders from behind.

“Dumps keep secrets.” You murmur. His hair smells good. You press your face to it and kiss him gently.

“Far cry from Aman,” He complains, reminding you of the hotel you had met each other in, all the way across the world.

“God, I haven’t thought of that place in years,” You run your fingers in the dips of his collarbones, laughing gently, “You were the only sober one at that party, stuck out like a sore thumb.”

“And you were the only whore not hanging off a man’s neck.”

“What can I say?” You undo the top few buttons of his shirt to expose his skin to your warm touch, “I’ve got… refined tastes.”

He hums. His watch dings once but he doesn’t bother to check it. He runs a hand over his jaw, reminiscing of how you had looked in that party room, full of investment cucks and coke addicted businessmen and glittery, shimmering whores. You seemed to almost glow under the dim lights, alone, calling to him with your gaze.

He sighs.

“Long day?” You ask.

“Long month.” He mutters bitterly. “You didn’t return my calls.”

“I was on vacation.” You dig your fingers into his trapezius soothingly, finding the spots that make him melt gooey like butter.

“Since when do whores take vacations?”

“Since filthy rich married men started paying them extra.”

He snorts. He reaches up and grabs your hand, pressing his mouth to your warm fingertips.

“Did you miss me?” You ask playfully, ducking your head to giggle in his ear, “Or did you miss my-“

You’re cut off when he grabs your face and holds you so he can plant a slightly slobbery kiss on your lips. Your glossy red lipstick smears on his mouth. He has his belt unbuckled by the time he releases his hold on you, but you frown for a moment.

“I thought you didn’t drink?” You had definitely tasted the alcohol on his tongue, but drunk he did not seem. Far from it. He’s looking up at you with an icy clarity.

“I don’t.”

“Mhmm. Does Mrs. Zenin know?”

“You’re a cunt,” he says, but there is no real bite behind it. “A stupid cunt. Suck me off.”

“Is that really what you want?” You snake around the chair, putting yourself in his lap. It’s a bit awkward with the bulky, ugly chair, but you manage to press the very core of you where he's most sensitive. Your hands drift up his chest and rest at his neck, and you lean in to whisper against his mouth.

“You’ll have work for that.” You kiss him gently. “Unless, of course, you can ask nicely for once.”

His mouth pulls into a half hearted sneer but his cheeks glow pink. His eyes meet yours and his pupils are wide and dark and calm, two tiny black lakes.

His silence is his answer.

“You really did miss me,” You murmur sweetly, bringing your hands up to press around his neck, thumbs securely pressed on either side of his windpipe. You press hard. His face slowly goes red. His hips jerk in pavlovian response. You can feel the hard length of him against the curve of your ass, begging to be free of his pants.

He gasps finally, Inhaling quickly through his constricted throat. He doesn’t avert his eyes from yours, looking at you desperately while you grind against him and tighten your grip on his neck even more. His hands grab at the arms of the chair, his knuckles turning white. He tries to keep his breathing even, but it comes in quick, needy huffs.

“I hope you can be good for me tonight.” You coo. You kiss him. He whines, attempting to chase your mouth when you pull away, but you keep an iron grip on his neck, preventing him from moving more than an inch.

You give him one more hard press into his lap and you can tell he’s already close, and so soon! His eyes are slightly glazed, drool threatening to drip from his open mouth. You'd bet all the money he’s paying you that he’s already leaking if you reached and touched him.

You release him suddenly, rubbing over his shoulders while he gasps for a full breath. He keeps his palms firmly to the chair, resisting the urge to grab you and hold you to him and ruin the ridiculously expensive pants he’s got on.

You slide off his lap and stand to soak in the view- the red streaks chasing over his neck, the tent in his pants.

“Stand up. Clothes off.” You tell him, dropping your robe to the floor. You don’t strip down like he begins to do, instead leaving the matching slip covering your body.

You hum in approval as he removes his shirt, eating up the lovely shape of his body. He’s always taken care of himself, almost obsessively so. His pants are next to go, and then the non descript black briefs.

He averts his eyes as he stands before you, nude. His erection twitches in the cold air.

“Got some tanning done, did you?” You step in and pet over his taught stomach, grazing low to tease him.

“Malibu.” He says, some of that snide returning, “and you could have come with me if you’d returned my calls.”

“I remember that. Some of your twitter fanboys posted about it. I doubt Mrs. Zenin would have appreciated me coming with you on a family trip.”

“Wasn’t really a family trip.” He grits out as you feather over his hips, his thighs, appreciating what a specimen he is. “The boys stayed with the nanny the whole time. And she just-“ he grunts when you reach lower and touch his balls, avoiding his cock alltogether, “She’s a prize tuna, I’ll give her that. Not like you.”

You roll your eyes. “It’s an extra six hundred if you want me to listen to you badmouth your wife. Get on the bed.”

He looks like he's going to say something, mouth parting and brow furrowing. You peer at him warmly, your pupils as blown as his. He closes his mouth, deciding not to say whatever was knocking around in his head, and climbs onto the bed without fanfare.

You watch him closely, enjoying the view of his nude body splayed out and primed for you to play with. He’s flushed everywhere he’s sensitive- his face, his chest, his cock. Without stimulation you see it already going half soft, so you kneel onto the bed over him and place your palm against his head. He gasps and jerks, grabs your wrist but quickly loosens his grip and just holds you there.

“C’mon,” he pleads. Though he’d cuss and whine if you described it as pleading. He ruts himself against your palm, his teeth dig into his lower lip. It's not enough but it’s also too much. He’s always been sensitive.

“You could ask.” You say, knowing he won’t. You pull away and his fingers twitch with the need to take himself in hand.

“You’re a bitch.” He says. “Evil fucking bitch.”

You laugh. It’s a light and gentle thing. He doesn’t think about how nice it sounds.

“You really know how to talk to a lady, huh?” You press on his shoulder, making him lay back fully.

“I can hardly call you a lady.” He’s got a hungry look in his eyes. He looks good laying there- hair slightly ruffled, cheeks pink. It’s a sight you’ve seen a dozen times but you’ll never grow tired of.

He lays still, waiting. He glowers at you while you make him wait. You come up near his head and sling a leg over his neck.

“Maybe this will shut you up.” You hike up the slip you wear and grin down at him. No, of course you’re not wearing anything underneath it. He doesn’t hesitate to grab your thighs and shove his nose into the neat curls there and lick a hot wet stripe into your core.

You’ve been wet and swollen for a while. It’s nearly conditioned. You feel a slight tingle every time he calls you, wanting to see you. Wanting to fuck you. But now you’re soaked, your cunt wetting his face without shame, arching your back when he finds your clit and sucks on it desperately.

You lock your thighs around his head, cutting off nearly all the airflow he would’ve managed to get before. He likes it. You reach behind you and grip the base of him, feeling him twitch and pulse. He suckles on your clit til you’re keening- and right as you squeeze his cock a little harder and your hips jerk a little more desperately, he shifts and his tongue delves deep into your dripping hole, licking and practically drinking you down. You make a choked little whimper, so close to release.

You grab his hair and hold him beneath you, grinding your cunt into his mouth and nose and eating up every muffled noise he makes. His tongue works hungrily, desperate to please you, delving as deep as he can into your cunt and searching out the spots that make you gasp and moan sweetly for him.

He swipes his tongue just right, and you fall over the edge, grunting and whimpering and twitching all over.

You roll over from on top of him and he gasps wildly, hair ruined and mouth wet and swollen pink. He just looks at you as you gain your breath, your insides gooey and warm and pulsing with aftershocks. He gives you a small, coy little smile.

“I guess I’m not the only one who was missing it.”

You shove at him playfully, all pretense falling away for a moment. You sit up to clear your head, not forgetting that he’s still hard, and leaking, and needy.

“Turn over. Hands and knees.” You tell him. His blush returns tenfold. He glances away from you in tentative embarrassment, though it’s obvious that what he’s hoping for isn’t going to be damped by a little thing like shame. He doesn’t have to be a shameful creature with you.

He does as you command, rolling over and propping himself up on his elbows and knees, his back already slightly arched. You’re definitely appreciating the view. He hides his face from you.

“Oh, wow.” You grin. “Smooth as butter, huh?”

“Shut up.” He snaps, his voice muffled by the pillow. You take a moment to really see the view of him- his tight pink hole is smooth and perfect, obviously recently waxed. Or maybe even lasered. You never know with him. You run your fingers over him, light as a whisper, dragging a caress over his cock to his balls and finally to his hole. It twitches. Cute.

“I should take a picture, pretty as you are.” You say. You grab his cheeks in each of your hands, spreading him fully.

He mutters something about our NDA, something about you being a bitch. You don’t really pay any mind as you lean over him and spit out a thick glob of saliva over the tight ring of muscle, making him gasp.

He goes perfectly still In anticipation, his dick jerking with every lick you apply to him. You drag your tongue against his perineum up to his hole- he tastes clean, like only salt. You know he’s obsessive with how he grooms himself. Saliva slowly runs down, leaving a trail of wet across his balls.

You slip your hand under him to grab his length to give him one long, smooth pull, earning a tiny little whimper from him. You plant your mouth fully on his hole, tongue rubbing circles into the muscle. You jerk him off slowly, too slow to ever bring him to completion. He whines and twitches under your touch and you feel a throb deep in your core for the way he’s trembling.

You bring your head away from him earning a slight wet pop as your mouth breaks the seal it had over his hole, leaving your drool to cool on his heated skin. You slide your hand over his cock faster, gathering up his precum to make the slide easier, your grip is intense and tightens more around the base, pulling down and milking him like some breeding stud. His hips begin to move in the air, and the noises he makes, muffled by the pillow, are throaty and low. You know how he sounds when he’s close, how he shakes with the climb, and when he nears his peak you abruptly pull away to deny him. He groans loudly in frustration and need, and finally looks over his shoulder to glare at you, his fucked out expression not hiding his irritation.

“I don’t want you ruining the sheets.” You say. He catches on immediately, sitting up and grabbing you to put you under him. He practically rips the slip from your body, the fabric strains and the stitches pop, pulling it up and over your head so he can press his flushed skin against yours.

You almost protest, you actually did like that dress, but he kisses you with teeth and growls something about buying you a new one. He grabs your breasts roughly and you feel the length of him pillowing itself against your lips. But he doesn’t do more than that, rutting against your cunt and swallowing your noises with his mouth. He whines.

“Naoya,” You say, when your hot tongues part, “Naoya-“

He grabs your hips and positions you perfectly to plunge his aching cock into your slick heat, as desperate as an animal, and just as rough.

The sudden intrusion makes you cry out in pleasure, his thrusts coming in quick, needy bursts. He presses his sweaty brow into the pillow under your head. His hands hold your waist like a lifeline, his need ramming inside of yours, jerking and twitching and hot and wet. He kisses your cervix with every pump, leaving you breathless and needy.

But you know he can’t finish properly like this. You can see it when he pulls back to look at you, his face flushed and his mouth open and drooling. You wind your hands around his throat and squeeze, blocking his air and turning his noises into tiny pathetic gasps and wheezes. It doesn’t take long. His hips stutter and he finally, finally finds what he’s looking for, tipping over and cumming so hard he stops even trying to breathe. You feel every drop of him rush out to paint your insides, his cock throbbing hot within your liquid-warm walls.

You release his throat and he takes a sharp, ragged inhale, his body locking up with the rush of oxygen and endorphins. His cock pulses inside of you again as if his balls aren’t spent completely, and you feel his cum finding its way to the entrance of your hole and spilling out around his length, way too much to be plugged up inside.

“Fuck,” He grunts, “fuck.”

You hum and run your palms up his sides and down his back where you can reach as he pieces his senses back together. He pulls from your core and you hiss in strange pleasure and slight soreness.

He rolls to the side and slumps on the bed, breathing deep and enjoying the afterglow. You wiggle your hips, feeling him leak out of you even more, thick and warm.

You’re both silent for a few minutes. His watch dings right as you turn to touch his chest, his arms, run your fingers over the angry red on his neck.

He glances at it. Groans in pure discontent.

“Work?” You trace his nipple with an idle finger.

“Yes.” He sits up, glancing over the mess of the bed. “I’ve got an eight o’clock tomorrow, apparently.”

“You can’t cancel?” You shift and stretch, not missing how his eyes graze over your body. “You’ve already booked me for twenty four hours.”

“No.” He says, simply. “Obligations… responsibilities… I don’t know, whatever bullshit you want to call it.”

“Do you want a shower?” You lean over and press your smeared mouth to his shoulder, looking up at him through your eyelashes. “I mean, of course it’s disgusting, but you don’t want to go home smelling like… well, you know.”

Naoya breathes, long and deep. Then he looks back at you.

“You getting in with me?”

A/N: “Tuna” is a term in Japanese hookup culture that can be equated to a ‘pillow princess’ in an extreme sense. There’s nothing wrong with being a pillow princess, but I personally believe it’s not something this Naoya is particularly into.

Thank you so much for reading!

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anantaru · 2 years

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"𝗜𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗠𝗬 𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗥𝗧?"

❁ heizou is craving your attention and love after coming home from a long day of work feat. heizou x fem! reader

❁ a/n: this is from my collab event with blue which you can find here!

❁ warnings: nsfw : soft heizou n needy heizou : touch starved! heizou : cumming inside : kinda sleepy sex in the beginning : he's whipped lolol

being a detective was everything heizou wished to be, and of course, said wish coming true since as of now— he has been known to be a remarkable detective with outstanding unique skills. One of the main struggles in your relationship was the difference in schedules the both of you shared, hence why he was very much delighted to finally be off work for tonight, meaning he’s finally able to see that pretty smile of yours.

it was already late at night, the way he opened the door was carefully, trying his hardest to prevent himself to cause any commotion when he knew you were probably already in a deep slumber. Heizou’s assumption was turned true once he slowly walked into the bedroom the both of you shared and archons, he hated himself very much right now. Truth is, heizou was riled up all day, his cock hard against his pants and craving for your attention yet he knew it would already be night once he‘s actually home. He’s quick to wiggle himself out of his work clothes, putting on some comfy garments instead before finally plunging next to you on the bed, the soft bedsheets engulfing his figure which was very much tired right now, muscles sore from working all day yet the attention in his lower area wouldn‘t going away.

he turned to you, his sleeping beauty, watching your chest heave up and down so calmly while he noticed that you were indeed wearing one of his shirts. "Is that my shirt?" the way heizou was rolling that sentence from his tongue was mixed with some sort of smirk on his face— utterly pleased by your looks he advanced forward to spoon you, his arm lazily thrown over your body while you huffed out lovingly at the familiar feeling, yet your eyes still remained closed.

you‘re fucking adorable, he figured, pulling you closer against his embrace when he uncontiousely started to move his hips against you lightly, only a bit with barely any strength behind his doings before nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck. The slow rutting was able to stir you from your sleep at some point as you fluttered your eyes open to the barely lit up room, rubbing the sleep of your face to feel the man against you breathe harshly against your neck.

"heizou?" your voice was whiny and still sleepy, since you just woke up, yet the moment heizou heard you he couldn’t be happier. You were finally awake now! He was so needy for your touches yet he still felt bad that he really did end up waking you from your sleep. "yes, darling?“ you could feel that big smirk on his face again, didn‘t even have to turn around to feel him grin against your figure before he picked up on pace, his hips now rutting against the plush of your ass with an even faster speed but still rather carefully.

now that you were finally awake he really didn’t care any longer, "i missed you so much." heizou‘s sentence was voiced in a desperate and whiny demeanor, making multiple shivers run down your spine when his rough tongue traced a straight like from the back of your neck until it hit your earlobe. You’re panting, chest heaving up and down as your skin shivered from his mere touches. You're turning around to face the man behind you, rubbing the sleep of your eyes before showing him a bright smile in return.

your arms are looped around his neck to pull him closer, engulfing his lips in your own and kissing him lovingly, prying your tongue out to circle it around his own wet muscle. Heizou's hands were placed tightly on your hips, tracing over your natural curves before finally hooking your panties up to meet your throbbing cunt. It was warm and aching, craving for his touches before he swirled his pointer finger over the desperate bundle of nerves teasingly, resulting in you moaning out heavily against the kiss. You‘re lazily kicking your panties off your feet before pulling him closer into your embrace.

heizou retracted himself a bit so he'd now hover over you, guiding your legs so you'd wrap them around his hips before lowering himself to kiss you passionately. He’s sliding his pants down until they hit his knees, freeing his cock to the cold room which had a shiver run past his body.The kiss— which was sloppy at first, turned into a heated make out session as you could feel his tip prod teasingly over your hole. "please." you're whining, unhappy that heizou would still tease you now despite the fact that he literally woke you up from your sleep because of him being so needy tonight. With a quick grin he pouted his lips apathetically, "don't worry." he's panting, "leave it to me." it didn't take him much to shut you up, his tip now pushing past the wetness until he felt you suck him in already.

you're a panting mess once he's fully sheathed into you, girth throbbing around your walls as you made sure to clench around him dearly, his fat vein grazing over your delicate flesh and hitting all those right sweet spots he knew you were very much going crazy over. Heizou was your ultimate worshipper, he would give his everything in any moment, in his life, any minute, his vision showing truly that once he's locking gazes with your heartfelt eyes. You're looking up at him through your lashes, truly lost in the feeling of his warmth radiating inside of you.

he's smiling unexpectedly out of joy, reassurance and utter love which only you were able to give him. "I love you." he's chanting now, "I love you so much." his face was hiding in the crook of your neck and leaving open mouthed kisses on your sensitive skin up to you collarbone, simultaneously with the steady thrusts he was going for now. Heizou would make sure to grind himself deeper into your cunt whenever he'd be fully sucked in by you, rolling his eyes back whenever your pulsating walls would hold him in. He's so alert in the moment, doing his best to be present and cherish your body like no other.

you were so perfect in his eyes, body spread out for him while he's hovering over your figure, passion filled and animated. Your arms cradle around his neck to pull him closer into a kiss, tongue prodding against his own when you eagerly tasted him on your lips. His erection was growing harder inside of you, pace picking up as the both of you moaned into the lewd kisses, not daring to break it off. He's showing your hips down the mattress with one of his hands to be able to gain a deeper entrance into your tight hole. You could feel the infamous tight clench deep in your gut form and threaten to break and so did heizou. Toes curling with each snap forward of him.

he was aware of your body like no other, could always exactly decipher on when you were about to climax around him. One of the signs coming true once dozen amounts of your juices were staining his shaft, a faint ring of white decorating and circling around his shaft once he's holding your legs up to throw them over his shoulders. Your spine arches against him, pleasure getting pumped even deeper into your veins as you scrunched your eyes shut to properly taste the feelings he was inflicting on you. Your body was trembling now, blood rushing through your veins when you practically tasted your release on your tongue.

"heizou, baby." you're whining, eyes blurred as you blinked to get rid of the blur, "I'm so close." you're moaning out screaming, his name chanting like a lost prayer as he pulled forward so his lips would meet the shell of your ear, "I know darling, I can feel you." he's finishing said sentence of with a grin, a wide one at that. He was clearly enjoying himself very much right now, truth be told he has been fantasizing about this moment for days, finally being able to fuck your brains out without a single care in the world.

"how do you want me?" voicing that in between harsh pants, heizou was close as well but he wouldn't forgive himself if he was to come undone before you, proceeding in hooking his fingers against your clit to stimulate you harder, the fast swiping movements threatening to turn your mind hazy and blank. "I don't care." you were screaming out, lifting your hand poorly to touch him and pull him closer to your embrace again in which he obliged happily to. Heizou was quick to bring you to your orgasm and as it hit you you weren‘t able to keep yourself from shivering, biting down on your lower lip to throw your head back.

his sweat covered body was flat against your own as you arched your back into him, crying out soft reassurances of love and praise to the man above you as he spilled his seed into your tight cunt that was nowhere near loosening up, still sucking him in and taking everything he has given you. You couldn't move underneath him, his body almost crushing you as you twisted your arms around his figure, not giving a single flying fuck that he was still very much buried deep inside of your cunt. "you feel so good," your voice is lower in pitch, throat stained from all the screaming prior as he heard a sound of happiness underneath your tone.

heizou wasn't saying anything back to you, didn't need to since you felt how he was feeling about you every single second of the both of you being together. Your body simply gave up on you, the painfully slow buzzing carried on through your limbs, deeply strained as heizou slipped out of you, propping himself up with his arms before laying down next to your figure, looping his arm around your waist to pull you closer into his embrace with a big smile on his face. He's so happy right now, calming himself in his afterglow as he carefully watched you doze off in a careless sleep again.

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heartofjasmina · 7 months

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Glorious

for @medusashima 's Live Deliciously collab <3

Toshinori always feels a twinge of embarrassment when he comes to your place. Your “place” being a hole drilled into the wall of one of the stalls of your buildings bathrooms, owned by David Shield. Dave was the first one to recommend you to him, simply calling you Zara, and saying she was the best at giving head.

“You mean she’s really good?” Toshi had asked, confused by the statement.

“No, buddy, I mean she’s the best. The best blowjob you’ll ever have.” Dave had hearts in his eyes as he spoke, and knowing how touched starved the scientist was (something they shared) made him hopeful.

He’d first stopped by in between missions. The only way he could get off with his amount of stamina and his size was with another person, as the collection of broken pocket pussies could show. The first time he’d felt you take his entire length down your throat he’d cum right then and there. You hadn’t gagged once and swallowed his seed with such hunger and need it made him hard all over again. When he collected himself, panting and heaving from the force of his orgasm, you pulled yourself off him with a lewd ‘pop’ that made him shiver. “Come back anytime, big guy. Your dick is a fucking masterpiece.”

Your voice was husky and low, probably from all the throat fuckings you’d taken throughout the night. It made him both aroused— and jealous if he was being honest with himself.

He was hooked.

He’d wake up from wet dreams of what it must be like to give you full access to his balls as well as his dick and after every mission he couldn’t but wonder, were you thinking of him the way he was thinking about you? More often than not he talked himself into making a “quick” stop at your place.

It became his only source of touch, beside the occasional one night stand with Dave where his friends ass swallowed his cock with an eagerness matched only by the man himself. As the number one hero, too many people assumed he didn’t need anything. No comforting pats on the back after hard missions. No hugs except from fans who were trying to cop a feel. Nothing. And he craved it. He craved touch so badly he felt suffocated by it sometimes.

One morning after a particularly depserate night with Dave he asked his friend as he was making them breakfast, “How did you meet her?”

“Zara?” Dave was looking through some notes on his current tech development and continued to answer without looking up. “She was a tenant, single, just wanted some company. But when I tried to date her, she refused. She said she had no need for a man beyond the occasional really nice dick to suck. Apparently it gets her off like nothing else. After a while she said she’d even suck a friend of mine if their dick was worth it.”

“Huh, and your first thought was me?” A sly smile was on his lips as he looked over his shoulder, and Dave grinned back.

“After having it inside me? Fuck yes. It would be selfish not to share you with a fellow size queen.” As if the answer was obvious, and that made Toshinori laugh so hard he burned the first of the pankcakes.

“Hey there big guy, long time no see.” He could see you smile through the hole, suddenly curious what your face looked like. Your lips were full and glistening with lipgloss that smelled faintly of vanilla.

But then you took his cock into your mouth and all ability to analyze melted away. You sucked him sloppy, moaning without a hint of shame, and with his super hearing he could easily detect the squelch of you fucking yourself.

“Dave said it gets you off, sucking dick.” It was the first time he had spoken when he was getting head from you, and he could feel you pause in fingering yourself.

“Name?” You pulled off his dick briefly, stopping the motion of your fingers inside you to ask your question breathleslly.

“Toshinori.” It came out as a whisper, and for the first time in a while he wondered when the last time was that he had someone to ask him his name.

“Toshi, then. When a dick is as pretty as yours, having it in my mouth is the most erotic thing. I love everything about it. The power in knowing I can make you weak in the knees with just my mouth, swallowing cum that proves I have you wrapped around my finger… Yeah. Sucking dick gets me off big time.” You breathed out and tapped the hole. “Now give me that beautiful dick of yours. I’m not done.”

“Yes, Zara.” He answered so sincerely it made your pussy ache to be filled with the dick in front of you.

Once more his glorious dick was fed through the hole, and you were once again in awe of just how perfect it was. Thick and flushed pink with shaved balls and a little tuft of blonde hair at its base.

You took your time the second time around, kissing his shaft’s head and licking up the precum that leaked from the slit. It made you smile on the inside to hear his breathing grow more and more uneven, the way you could see his thighs trembling slightly.

Only then did you take his full length down your throat again.

“Fuck me, my throat.” You whined as you stuffed your fingers inside your cunt again, the burning need for him only growing. “Need it— fuck I want it.”

Toshinori was beyond happy to give you what you needed, starting to fuck himself into your beautiful goddamn throat. It was better than any pussy he’d ever been inside. It only made him wonder what your pussy must be like, what you must be like.

“I’m- I’m gonna cum,” he warned as you took him all the way down and tongued his balls at the same time.

You hummed in approval and made no move to stop sucking him as usual, waiting patiently like the good girl you were for your treat.

The thing about Toshi’s loads is that they overwhelmed you. You had to scramble to swallow fast enough to take in the sheer amount of semen he dumped down your throat.

When he pulled out of your mouth you gasped for air, but you also felt your orgasm wash over you as you whined and slumped against the wall.

“That’s it, make your sweet little pussy feel good.” Toshinori couldn’t help but encourage you through it, wishing to hell there wasn’t a wall between you.

“Fuck, Toshi,” and damned if his name sounded better from your lips than anyone else. You finally let yourself relax only to be surprised by one last request.

“Let me taste.” You froze, questioning his seriousness, but then you saw his mouth opening like you always do for him.

Cunt burning, you stood and fed him your fingers drenched in your juices. His tongue greedily sought out every drop of your essence, sucking and licking your fingers clean.

FInally when he’d had his fill he pulled off your fingers, kissing your fingertips before standing and adjusting his pants.

“Until next time, Zara.” He murmured and you smiled to yourself.

“Till next time, Toshi.”

#toshinori x reader #toshinori smut #toshinori yagi x reader #all might x reader #all might smut #all might x david shield #livedeliciously🐐collab

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bruh-changbin · 2 years

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read u, wrote u

pairing: librarian!changbin x afab reader x frat boy!jisung

requested: no

genre: fluff, smut, just a tinge of angst (minors dni)

warnings: fingering (f receiving), semi-public sex, lowkey exhibitionism, cum eating, unprotected sex (be safe) and use of the pull out method (do not do this)

word count: 6.8k

a/n: my own contribution to my own collab! a big thank you to all of the other fabulous writers who participated, pls go read their fics! this is quite self indulgent as it is my dream to get railed in a library, but thank you to @seo--changbin for giving me inspo on librarian changbin and @ddeungies for helping me figure out the smut scene 😵‍💫 also lowkey contributing to the glorification of frat boys with jisung in this fic, so just a reminder to make sure you and your partner get tested before any kind of sexual interaction (be safe y'all). enjoyyy (also yes the title is from rpdr)

photos not mine, credits to original owners (retrieved from pinterest)

“fuck, you’re like, sucking me in.”

“mmhm.”

“it’s like a- shit… like an octopus.”

…what the fuck? weird comparison but ok.

the man currently pistoning his fingers in and out of you with little regards to precision is none other than han jisung, fuck boy extrordanaire.

jisung is clearly the kind of guy that’s not enrolled in university because he cares about school and getting a degree. if he was, he wouldn’t be in a frat. jisungs days are mostly filled with blowing off lectures to sleep in and eat 5 day old stale pizza. he claims that bench pressing is a religion and drinks upwards of 3 protein shakes a day, all while somehow managing to just barely pass all of his courses.

typical behaviour of someone who drops thousands of dollars on tuition and living expenses for the sake of party culture. he’s also just not very smart.

he’s not stupid per se, but he’s definitely someone you would categorize as a himbo. attractive, kinda muscular, likes to fuck but doesn’t actually know how to do it well. disregard that; it’s not that he doesn’t know how to do it well, it’s just that he isn’t particularly concerned about how much pleasure his partner is receiving.

which is why you internally rejoice when he pulls his fingers out of you, sucking at them briefly before placing his hand beside your head to somewhat trap you underneath him.

“ready for my dick, babygirl?”

ew. it’s 2022, do people still say babygirl?

“ready as i’ll ever be,” you groan with a hint of repulsion; a hint that the man on top of you does not pick up on.

the whole ordeal lasts about a minute. jisung almost finishes the second he sticks his dick inside of you, but manages to compose himself before thrusting in a manner that can only be described as sloppy. he continuously mutters phrases like ‘fuck you’re so tight’ and ‘you like that?’ while fucking you into his mattress that feels like a cardboard box.

eventually, he finishes and rolls off of you before sticking his hand out to give you a fist bump. nice.

jisung reaches over to his nightstand to pick up a tv remote, mumbling a quiet ‘anything you wanna watch?’ as he browses various streaming platforms. when you shake your head no, he presses play on some random anime and falls asleep in less than 5 minutes.

you lie underneath jisung’s stale bed sheets for several moments, wanting to wait until he’s fully asleep before you can slip out so as to avoid an awkward conversation. when soft snores pass his lips, you know you’re in the clear, and you pull your clothes back on before sneaking out of his bedroom and into the night.

・・・・・

“so? han jisung? how was it!!?” sana asks with way too much energy for someone that woke up at 7:00 am.

“to say it was horrible would be an understatement.” you groan while slipping into the seat across from her in your campus student centre.

“you’re kidding, for real??! all of the girls he’s hooked up with act as if he’s some kind of sex god…”

you haphazardly toss your worn in tote bag into the empty seat beside you before sighing, “dude has no idea what he’s doing.”

“but he was supposed to fuck the stress out of you...” sana says with a frown, her gaze travelling to her half-empty matcha latte.

sana’s a good friend. she gets good grades and encourages you to do your assignments. she likes to read and is a frequent customer at the campus starbucks - she says it’s because her best friend, jeongyeon, is one of the baristas but you know it’s because she has a crippling caffeine addiction.

when you complain about having nothing to wear she lets you borrow her clothes, and in return you help her touch up the roots of her hair. the two of you drink wine in an attempt to act like adults who have their shit together, but you both make weekly calls to your parents when you can’t figure out how to work the stove or need to fill out your taxes.

you tell eachother secrets and have spent multiple nights staying up until the sun begins to rise while venting about your life problems. it’s a perfectly codependent friendship.

so, it was only natural that a couple weeks ago you let it slip to sana that bouts of stress were eating away at you as the end of the semester was approaching.

“my neck hurts and my ribs are tight and i have a constant headache, i swear all of my profs want me dead,” you ponder aloud to your best friend/roommate while sipping on prosecco mixed with orange juice (childish, i know - but wine tastes like shit), “maybe i’m dying.”

“you’re not dying, y/n,” sana assures you while tucking her knees into her chest on her spot on your couch, “you’re just stressed.”

after that conversation you tried everything.

meditation, yoga… ok fine just meditation and yoga, but they did little to ease the constant barrage of emotions and achiness and fatigue.

“when was the last time you got laid?” the question fell from sana’s lips with ease right after you had made a particularly raunchy comment about pedro pascal in the mandalorian.

that’s a great question - one that you did not know the answer to. you stare up at the ceiling while trying to count backwards in your head, eventually muttering “uhh… i don’t know, honestly.”

and so operation get fucked was underway. it’s textbook: receiving pleasure is a sure fire way to rid yourself of your worries and woes and leave you feeling like a brand new person. all you need to do is find a willing candidate who can bring you to orgasm - your vibrator can only do so much.

lucky for you, the guys in your university’s frat were always dtf, and you had heard the girl you sat next to during your poli sci seminars mention jisung not too long ago.

your plan was foolproof; jisung would blow your back out and you’d wake up feeling like a whole new person, ready to conquer the endless bout of essays, research proposals and exams that have been thrown at you by your professors.

until it backfired when you found out from first hand experience that han jisung is bad at sex.

breaking the news to sana is almost more upsetting than the hookup itself.

you watch as her face forms into one of disgust and shock as you recount the events from last night, “he gave me a fist bump after he finished.”

sana cringes especially hard at that, but then erupts into a fit of laughter - you can’t blame her.

“so operation get fucked was a bust,” she sips her drink, “but you really need to work on this romanticism assignment.” typical sana bringing up academics when it’s the last thing you want to talk about.

“ugh, i hate that course. i should just take the 0.”

sana rolls her eyes, “don’t think like that y/n! you’ve at least started it right?”

you have not, and sana clues in on this due to your prolonged silence.

“dude, this paper is due in 2 days… get a move on!!”

“fiiiine, i’ll go to the library right now” you huff in exasperation while slinging your bag over your shoulder and standing up. you were being dramatic, but you wanted sana to feel some guilt for pressuring you to work - she’s the one who made you take this course in the first place.

your guilt tripping clearly doesn’t work on sana as she just diverts her attention back to her laptop, not even bothering to spare you one final glance. you roll your eyes before walking away from your table and beginning to make your way across campus.

・・・・・

libraries are the worst.

they smell like dust and mildew and half of the books on the shelves are so worn out the pages feel like they’ll disintegrate the second you touch them .

not to mention that people who frequent the library are so pretentious. the second you make a noise louder than a decibel there are half a dozen people shooting daggers at you with their eyes.

let’s just get this over with.

having only been in the library a handful of times before this one, it takes you some time to find everything on your list. why are library shelving systems so confusing? all of the books you need are somewhat similar in terms of content but all ended up being in completely different sections.

oh well, you’ve got everything you need. time to get the fuck out of here.

you toss your stack of books onto the desk at the front, failing to notice how the dull thump! startles the student librarian since you’re digging through your bag in an attempt to find your student card.

the man behind the desk looks at you, somewhat taken aback by your insolent demeanour, but begins to scan your books anyway while analysing your choices.

“shelley? i thought most people read frankenstein in highschool…”

his sudden words pull you out of your student-card-finding stupor, and you blink a few times while you process what he said.

“i didn’t realise judging students' choices in literature is one of your job requirements,” you glance at his name tag, “changbin.”

“i’m not judging! just making an observation.”

“it sure sounded like you were judging.”

changbin throws his hands up in defence before scanning the rest of your books, undoubtedly cursing you out in his mind.

he prompts you to scan your student card before sliding the pile of books across the desk towards you, muttering a quiet ‘they’re due in 2 weeks’ before focusing on the desktop computer in front of him.

grabbing your books and shoving them into your bag, you catch him giving you one final disparaging look as you exit the library.

asshole.

・・・・・

for some reason unbeknownst to you, jisung had taken a liking to you after his failed attempt to give you an orgasm. so, it surprised you when he approached you outside of your lecture hall to ask you to come to a party he’s throwing tonight.

“it’ll be fun! you can meet all of my friends and we can hangout and maybe fool around a bit, eh?”

you don’t know why you said yes. maybe somewhere in the back of your mind you thought that within the few days it’s been since you hooked up with jisung he had somehow gotten better at sex and could actually fuck you.

or it could be because he looked like a lost puppy as he waited for your response while standing outside the building you were just in (how did he know what class you had?). his hair was fluffy and his eyes were wide as he gazed at you expectantly, the sleeves of his hoodie covered his knuckles as his fingers gripped the straps of his backpack.

so you agreed, and jisung did a small victory fist pump. since when did frat boys catch feelings?

now it’s nearing 10:00 pm, and you’re tearing apart your bedroom in search of a party outfit while getting an earful from sana, who’s on speakerphone.

“why on earth are you going to a party y/n!?” she bashes you through the phone, her voice hushed since she’s in the student centre again, planning on pulling an all-nighter, “need i remind you that this assignment is worth 40% of our grade?”

“listen,” you start while pulling several shirts out of their drawers, “after the party, i’ll stop at the convenience store on the corner by campus to buy a monster, and then i’ll meet up with you for an all-nighter!”

silence, and then: “you and i both know that’s not gonna happen.”

you roll your eyes knowing full well that sana can’t see you.

“i’ll get the assignment done, i promise. i’ll devote my entire day tomorrow to working on it in the library.”

mention of the library reminds you of your less than pleasant experience there earlier today. “hey do you know the student librarian changbin? god he is such a cunt,” you seethe while changing shirts.

“i’ve seen him there a few times, he seems nice!”

“you think everybody’s nice, sana.”

a familiar ping from your phone interrupts you, notifying you that your uber has pulled up outside of your apartment.

“i’ve gotta go, i’ll see you soon and i will get this assignment done. love ya!”

you hang up before sana can give you another lecture.

the ride to jisung’s frat is fairly short, and the lawn is already teeming with drunk university students upon your arrival. jisung is standing on the sidewalk waiting for you, his face lit up by the blue glow of his phone, and you get out and greet him.

with jisung’s arm wrapped around your waist you make your way inside. the party is busier than you thought it would be, what with it being a thursday night near the end of the semester you expected it to be a bit more sparse. but these are frat guys and sorority girls - partying is practically their only personality trait.

jisung pulls you over to a group of guys sitting on leather couches that are worse for wear, which is unsurprising considering the amount of people that have sat on them throughout the school year. all of the guys nod at you nonchalantly as jisung introduces you as ‘his girl’, and you try not to gag. why did you agree to this?

cheers erupt from the kitchen as 2 buff guys, who jisung tells you are chan and minho, carry in a keg and place it on the kitchen counter with a dull thud. jisung doesn’t let go of you as he weasels his way through the crowd and pours you a glass of copper coloured beer. you take a sip; it tastes like shit.

you spend god knows how long sitting on one of those crusty leather couches, sipping dry beer and trying not to grimace at the tart coating it leaves on your tongue and lips. jisung keeps his arm wrapped around you the entire time, his palm now sweaty against the exposed skin of your waist.

the floors and walls shake as the bass from the obnoxious house music blasts through subwoofers, and the red and white strobe lights give you a headache. somewhere someone sparks up a joint, and the putrid scent adds to the mix and overwhelms your senses. you feel like puking even though you’ve barely had anything to drink.

placing your cup down you push yourself off of the couch, intent on getting some fresh air. jisung calls out for you but soon loses sight of you in the sea of people that fills his living room.

upon making it to the shoddy back door, you swing it open and step outside onto the concrete patio, revelling in the freshness of the spring night. the backyard space is sizable - people are playing pong and flip cup on flimsy card tables set up on the grass while others dance and converse around them. an in-ground pool in the centre of the yard space emits an aquamarine glow as people in bikinis and swim trunks whack each other with pool noodles.

the scent of weed and sweat is replaced with that of grass and a faintness of chlorine - your lungs thank you as you take a deep inhale. it appears that jisung hasn’t come to look for you, and you don’t know if you should be offended or relieved.

although the backyard’s not empty, you’re able to fully stretch out both of your arms without bumping into someone, which is good enough for you.

party tip: if you’re looking for some alone time outside, head to the sides of the house, they’re almost always empty (occasionally you will come across people hooking up - exercise caution).

you step off the concrete patio and make your way to the right side of the house. all you need is a dark, quiet place where you can order an uber and go home. what you find instead is a certain someone enthralled in whatever he’s doing on his phone.

“hey, it’s the judgy librarian!”

changbin, having thought that he was alone, snaps his head up at your sudden exclamation, watching as you shuffle through the grass to where he’s standing.

“why are you here?” he questions while folding his arms across his toned chest, his sweater creasing in the process, “and i told you i was just making an observation.”

“i happened to be invited” you sneer while pulling your phone. the sudden burst of brightness from the screen is reminiscent of the strobe lights inside; it stuns you for a second and you lean against the brick exterior of the house.

“...are you okay?” changbin eyes you with concern, “you look kind of pale.”

this is weird, is the librarian suddenly being nice to you?

“yea, just a little woozy,” you say with a huff, “i’ll be fine though.”

a sudden stillness settles over the two of you, and it’s quiet spare for the people partying several feet away. you quickly order an uber and then let your hands rest at your sides.

your eyes fall upon changbins face and you scan his features. he has the hood of his tan sweater pulled up, and his ebony bangs are just long enough to cover his brows. he has a prominent cupids bow, and in the absence of good lighting his irises blend into his pupils making them look like tapioca pearls. he looks soft and clean, and you tear your eyes off of him to prevent yourself from catching feelings.

“why don’t we start over. clean slate.”

changbin considers your proposition for a moment, and then answers “...okay.”

it’s slightly odd, watching changbin ponder your proposition before turning on his heel and walking away from you. he stops just a couple feet away, his back facing you, before shaking his head slightly and turning back around.

you watch with amusement as he does a double take when he looks at you again, clearly trying to pretend like this is the first time he’s ever laid eyes on you, before confidently striding back to where he had been standing moments prior.

“are you from tennessee? because-”

“dear god, that is your go-to pick up line?”

a beat of silence, and changbin mumbles a quiet but diffident “...yes?”

you laugh at his bashfulness, a whole-hearted laugh where your eyes squeeze shut and your nose crinkles.

“what’s wrong with it!?” changbin whines like a 4 year old.

“it’s so cheesy!” you chuckle, “there’s no way you could pull anyone with that.”

changbin raises his eyebrows before responding, “you’d be surprised.” upon noticing your unconvinced facial expression, he rolls his eyes. “what do you think a good pick-up line is, then?”

“you could just ask them for their number.”

“okay, can i have your number?”

you laugh, and then you notice changbin’s anticipatory expression as he pulls his phone out of the big pocket of his hoodie. oh, he’s serious.

taking changbins phone in your hands, you create a new contact and add your number as well as your name, since you have yet to tell him that. handing the device back to him, he takes a look at the information you entered and whispers “y/n, i like that.”

that makes you more flustered than you’d care to admit. thankfully your own phone vibrates in your pocket at the same time, so you can blame the sudden fluttering feeling in your tummy on that. a familiar notification pops up on your homescreen, letting you know that your uber has pulled up and is waiting outside.

with reluctance you say goodbye to changbin, telling him to text you, before walking through the side gate and getting into the car so you can go home.

・・・・・

“rise and shine!” sana’s voice wakes you right before you’re blinded by the golden glow of the sun as she yanks your blinds open.

you’re only given seconds to recuperate before your comforter is torn off of your body, causing you to curl up into a ball like a potato bug to preserve heat.

“what the fuck sana..” you groan in annoyance while rubbing your eyes. what time is it?

“you said you’re going to devote your whole day to your assignment, so i’m making sure you get a head start!” sana says cheerfully before leaving your room.

rolling over, you pick up your phone to check the time. 7:00 am! this bitch is crazy.

“i made your favourite breakfast, so get up!” sana shouts from down the hall before making her way downstairs.

the thing about sana is that as much as she encourages you to finish your own assignments, she rarely actually helps you with them out of fear of breaking your university’s academic code of conduct. so this is how she helps you: forcing you to wake up at the ass crack of dawn and then bribing you to get up with the promise of pancakes.

rolling out of your bed, you make your way over to your closet - which is still a mess from when you raided it last night. appearance is not your top priority today, so you slip on a pair of baggy jeans and a sweatshirt before heading downstairs.

just as sana had said, a sky-high stack of blueberry pancakes is waiting for you once you enter the kitchen. sana has her favourite pink apron on while she flips some more on your stove.

you douse a few pancakes in butter and syrup and eat what you can before standing up to do your dishes. sana grabs your plate and ushers you towards the door instead, claiming that you ‘have a shit ton of work to do so you better get started’ - and she’s right, this assignment is a lengthy one.

the walk to the library is quite beautiful in all honesty. the sky is a hazy blue as the sun creeps it’s way up the horizon, birds sing their songs while flying from tree to tree. campus is sparse with students, only the few people with 8:00 am lectures or assignments that need to be completed are awake at this time.

swinging open the heavy double doors to the library, you make your way inside while trying to ignore the disappointment you feel when you see someone at the library desk that isn’t changbin.

he did text you last night to tell you that he had today off, so it’s not surprising, but unfortunate nonetheless. whatever, at least that means his good looks won’t be able to distract you!

heading up the industrial staircase to the second floor, you find a spot at one of the large oak tables in the back corner, pressed up right against some book shelves. a large window to the left of you grants you the view of your campus, and with that you get to work.

the sun in the sky tracks your progress throughout the day, and by the time the view outside your window is dark, you’ve managed to complete all of the arguments for your paper. this is great! now all that’s left is the introduction and conclusion, which have always been your least favourite parts to write.

“library’s closed,” a familiar voice pulls you out of your essay writing trance, “you should go home.”

“sorry! I just got dis-” you cut yourself off when you look up to see no other than changbin making his way over to you with a smile on his face. his torso is covered with an olive green cashmere sweater, the fabric straining against his biceps and pecs. he’s pushing an ivory coloured cart stacked with books in front of him, but stops when he reaches the desk you’re stationed at.

“you’re lucky the librarian has a soft spot for you or else you’d be getting kicked out.”

“a soft spot? i’m flattered.” in all honesty you are flattered, and you bashfully divert your gaze from changbin’s when you feel your cheeks begin to heat up. it’s then you notice that the library is completely void of other students, and the two of you are alone. time really slipped away from you while you were working as you check the clock on your laptop and realise that it’s nearing midnight.

“i thought you weren’t working today?” you ask changbin before shutting your laptop and slipping your borrowed books into your bag.

“i wasn’t, but the other student librarian felt sick halfway through her shift, so I came in to clean up,” changbin starts, but upon noticing that you’re getting ready to leave, adds on: “wanna help?”

nodding your head in agreement, you hang your bag off of the back of the chair you were previously sitting in before stepping to where changbin’s standing.

pushing the library cart in front of him, he makes his way to the bookshelf behind the row of tables you were working at. you follow behind him, stopping when he does.

“this is the classics section,” he motions to the shelves in front of you. “all you have to do is look at the code on the spine, find where it goes on the shelf, and then mark it as re-shelved in the catalogue. simple.”

it is simple. changbin hands you a copy of the catcher in the rye and then waits for you to follow his instructions. F173 is the code on the book’s spine, so you look at the shelf, find the book marked as F172, and then slide your book beside it.

“see? i told you it was easy. you’re a natural!” changbin gushes while scribbling a check mark beside the title of the book you just re-shelved in the return catalogue.

you stay in place as you watch changbin do exactly what you just did with the other books - albeit he is much faster at it than you were.

he picks up a book, a worn-in copy of pride & prejudice, looks at the code and then looks at you before mumbling a quick ‘sorry’. at first you’re confused, what’s he sorry for? but then he pushes up against you, his chest to your back, as he reaches up to re-shelf the book in the spot directly above your head.

when he’s done he doesn’t move away from you - and you don’t want him to. his torso remains pressed up against your back, and you feel his breath on your neck and the shell of your ear.

with some apprehension you look over your right shoulder and find changbin staring back at you, his eyes dark as his gaze flits between your lips and your eyes. the tips of your noses are practically touching since you’re so close, and you can smell the spearmint gum he has in his mouth.

acting on impulse, you lean in and press your lips to changbin’s in a short, soft kiss before pulling away and letting changbin make the next move.

he kisses you again, and you indulge in the feeling of his plush lips pressed against yours. changbin kisses you like he has all the time in the world - in essence you do, since the library is closed. he takes his time with you, his buff arms moving to wrap around your waist giving you a sense of security.

his teeth nip and suck at your bottom lip and you whimper in response, your tongue darting out to trace his lips before parting them. changbin groans as you slide your tongue against his, both of your mouths becoming slick with spit. he sucks on your tongue while pressing his chest right up against you, ensuring there’s absolutely no space between your bodies.

you can feel changbin’s hands travelling lower and lower from where they were previously resting on your waist. with reluctance he detaches his lips from yours, his eyes staring back at yours with a certain hunger - a hunger that only you can satisfy. although you miss the warm feeling of changbin’s lips on yours, your neck thanks you as you look forward again, no longer having to crane your head over your shoulder for the sake of kissing the man behind you.

you brace yourself against the wooden frame of the bookshelf in front of you, your face pressed up against tattered copies of jane eyre, little women, and mansfield park.

the tips of changbins fingers are soft and warm as they delicately trace the skin on your lower abdomen, moving the hem of your shirt before grasping the waistband of your jeans. with his right hand he deftly pops open the copper button before dragging the zipper down with ease while his left hand grips your waist.

the rough denim of your pants is somewhat restricting, but changbin manages to slip his hand inside, his fingers moving to touch you over your panties. the fabric feels rough as changbin massages your cunt, his index and middle fingers tracing your labia briefly before he retracts his hand.

soft sucking noises can be heard as changbin puts his fingers into his mouth, coating them with spit before releasing them from his lips with a soft pop. he moves his hand back to where it was moments prior, only this time he slips his fingers under the elastic waistband of your underwear.

changbin’s fingers are curious as he explores your cunt, which is practically sopping wet at this point. his digits don’t stay in one place for longer than a second as he drags them through your folds, briefly brushing them against your clit causing you to jolt in surprise. it feels good but it’s not enough.

“changbin~ i need more.”

he chuckles, it’s deep and makes you feel a certain way, before complying with your request by slipping his middle finger into you. your body reacts automatically, your back arching and your cunt clenching in response to the slight stretch. changbin’s saliva coated finger glides in and out of you with ease, his thrusts are slow and calculated so as to ensure your comfort.

“think you can take one more?”

you nod, your nose bumping into the wood bookcase that you’re still pressed up against. changbin’s ring finger joins his middle inside of you, and you whine at the pleasure it gives you. his fingers are thick and long, and you feel your knees buckle when he strokes your g-spot.

the heel of his palm brushes against your clit with each and every movement of his hand, causing your abs to tense at the pleasure building up inside of you. it feels as if your nerves are on fire and your stomach is in knots as changbin brings you closer and closer to cumming. your brows furrow and you pull your bottom lip between your teeth as changbin fucks your pussy with his fingers, his strokes becoming faster and deeper as you squirm against him.

with one final thrust you cream all over changbin’s digits, his name falling from your lips like it’s the only word you know. his lips attach to your neck and he sucks and nips at your skin as he removes his fingers from your cunt.

in one swift motion changbin grasps your hips before guiding you back to the wooden desk you were sitting at before he arrived. the bones of your hips bump against the edge of the desk changbin now has you pressed against, and you slip off your sneakers before grabbing the waistbands of your jeans and panties before yanking them off in one swift motion.

a pair of firm, warm hands come into contact with your shoulder blades and push you down so you’re bent over the desk. you turn your head so your cheek is resting on the hard surface, allowing yourself to get as comfortable as possible in this position. with your ass pressed up against changbin’s crotch, you can feel his cock straining against the denim of his jeans; you tease a little by pushing your hips back against his.

the sound of a zipper being pulled down makes your heart race, and you look behind you to the best of your abilities to see changbin unbuttoning his jeans before tugging them down to his mid thigh. he does the same with his navy blue boxers, his dick slapping against his lower stomach upon being released. you place your cheek back on the desk and try not to drool.

changbin spits in his right palm before wrapping it around his cock, pumping his shaft several times before grabbing onto your hip with his free left hand. he teasingly drags the tip of his dick through your slick folds before stopping at your entrance, enjoying the way your cunt looks absolutely drenched all because of him.

“do something, changbin!” you whine impatiently, moving your hips from side to side as if you’re enticing him to fuck you. thankfully changbin needs you just as much as you need him, so he complies with your plea and pushes his dick into your tight pussy.

his cock stretches you in all the right ways, filling you up so perfectly that you think he must’ve been made for you.

“so big…” you whimper as changbin starts to fuck you, his demenour doing a complete 180 from when he fingered you just a minute ago. immediately his thrusts are rough and deep, his hips coming in contact with your ass with every movement and his hands firmly planted on either side of your shoulders to give himself leverage.

your nails scratch and claw at the varnished surface of the wooden desk, unable to grab onto something to keep yourself in check. everytime changbin grinds into you your hip bones bang against the edge of the desk, and you’re sure that tomorrow they’ll be various shades and hues of purple and blue. your moans become more breathy and desperate

the feeling of changbin pulling his cock out of you can only be described as devastating. dramatic, i know, but he felt so good inside of you and gave you no warning as to why he would pull out.

all of your previous thoughts are pushed aside when changbin grips you by the hair and pulls you up so your back is flush against his chest once again. his hand grasps your shoulder and he turns you around before pushing you against the desk again, although you’re now on your back

you’re sure you look like a mess - what with your hair sticking to your face with sweat and your lips all swollen and red from you biting them. but changbin just moans gutterally upon seeing your fucked out expression before shoving his cock back into your cunt and striking up a ruthless pace again.

your legs wrap around changbins torso to force his body impossibly closer to yours, and you grind your hips upwards to meet changbin’s.

going braless was the right move to make this morning since changbin easily pushes your sweatshirt up to your collarbones, the fabric bunching around your neck. he wastes no time before placing his mouth on your left breast, his lips wrapping around nipple as he sucks and licks your skin.

he thrusts into you with more fervour, a non-verbal cue that he’s close to finishing - and so are you. detangling your fingers from his hair, you move your right hand down to your clit to rub it in time with the movements of changbin’s hips.

“changbin - ah!” you moan aloud as you feel your orgasm creeping up on you. your legs are aching and you can hear your pulse rushing in your ears as changbin fucks you relentlessly, the legs of the desk making an obnoxious scraping noise against the cement floor in time with changbin’s thrusts.

in one moment everything comes crashing down as your orgasm ploughs over you like a train at top speed. you arch your back and changbin continues to fuck you, likely chasing his own orgasm. your moans, that are borderline screams, echo off of the high ceiling of the library, which looks as if it's swirling as your vision struggles to return to normal. waves of pleasure roll over your as your heart pounds against your chest, your breathing just as erratic.

changbin soon pulls out of you, fisting his own dick as he moans your name over and over. seconds laters he finishes all over your bare stomach. it feels warm and wet, and you watch as changbin braces himself against the desk to prevent himself from collapsing onto the floor.

eventually your heartbeat slows, and you lift your arm from where it was resting beside you to your stomach. changbin watches with the eyes of a hawk as you drag 2 of your fingers from your bellybutton to the bottom of your ribs, your digits getting coated in his cum in the process. popping them into your mouth, you suck on them dramatically before swallowing greedily, changbin’s eyes never straying from you in the process.

“fuck, you’re hot,” changbin groans before tucking his dick back into his boxers, and you giggle. repeating your previous actions, changbin uses his index and middle fingers to gather some of his cum from the pool on your stomach before shoving them into your mouth, causing you to gag slightly as his fingertips graze the back of your throat.

once your stomach is clean, changbin grabs the hem of your sweater and pulls it down over your chest before helping you sit up so you can retrieve your panties and jeans. your back and scalp are sweaty and your stomach is sticky, but you’re too blissed out to care.

changbin looks at you and is about to speak before a bright fluorescent light blinds both of you.

“hey! you two can’t be in here, the library’s closed!” a campus security guard shouts at you from where he’s standing at the far end of the room, his flashlight shining on yours and changbin’s faces.

“it’s ok, i’m the librarian,” changbin waves while trying to block out the blinding white light, “we just finished- i mean, we’re just finishing up!”

the security guard just waves dismissively before heading back downstairs, grumbling some stupid shit about students and their recklessness. you make eye contact with changbin before you both burst out in a fit of laughter; the kind of laughter where you tear up and clutch your stomach because you’re laughing so hard.

“that’s never happened before.” changbin regains his composure, a toothy grin still plastered on his face.

“what, fucking someone in the library or being busted by security?” you question him, a small smirk present on your face as he answers: “both.”

changbin’s gaze falls to the library cart, which is still full of books that he was supposed to be putting away instead of blowing your back out. he raises an eyebrow before looking at you expectantly. sighing, you walk over and grab the cart before pulling it towards the dozens of bookcases, “we better get started then.”

so you get to work as changbin’s library assistant, and the two of you organise books while talking and laughing and kissing (just a little).

・・・・・

today’s a great day. it’s sunny, the temperature is perfect outside, and there's not a cloud in the sky. you woke up feeling light and airy, like some kind of invisible weight had been lifted off of your shoulders. operation get fucked had been a success!

your good mood only doubled when you went to the campus starbucks where jeongyeon, upon recognizing you as sana’s friend, gave you your drink for free. and to top it all off, when you checked your phone you had a text from changbin who told you he’s coming to pick you up for a lunch date. nothing can knock you off of your high horse today.

meeting sana on the concrete steps outside of her lecture hall, you gush about your late night library rendezvous with changbin, watching her eyes light up in delight as you recount what happened.

“in the library??! girl you’re a freak.”

a friendly beep of a car horn pulls you out of your conversation, and you look over to the parking lot to see changbin stepping out of his red sedan, waiting for you to join him.

sana squeals with excitement upon seeing your date standing in the parking lot, prompting you to ‘go get some’ while pushing you off the steps and towards changbin.

as you make your way over to changbin with a skip in your step, sana shouts one more thing.

“you finished your assignment though, right?”

fuck.

#forever wishing sana was my bff #stray kids smut #skz smut #seo changbin smut #changbin smut #han jisung smut #skz fanfiction #seo changbin x reader #skz x reader #skz imagines #skz blurbs #seo changbin scenarios

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vindextra · 1 month

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Ok so new music video right?

Big Man isn't exactly pleased when he learns that Shiver & Frye did a collab with Off the Hook, especially after they gave him so much shit for the time he did it!

New story to match it. I will admit, I write like 70% of this before the NA version released, so It's technically not canon compliant, but who cares.

#splatoon #splatoon deep cut #deep cut #splatoon off the hook #off the hook #splatoon fanfiction #splatoon fic

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thelasttime · 7 months

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Wanna know some tea?

Idk if heard but rumors say that The Hills (by The Weeknd) is about Ariana Venti right? And the song is about cheating when her man is not home (the man in question was Big Sean)

Cut to 2020 and they collab on Off the Table (great song!)

In 2021 they had Save your Tears remix together, and they sing the song live together!! That's a few days after Ari is married.

In 2022 Abel has 2 songs "Best friend" and "Heard you got married" and it details two friends that would hook up on and off and be very toxic and deciding to be just friends after all. Anyway, people think is about Ariana.

interesting .. you would think that if The Weeknd and Ariana Grande were a thing even if it’s just non-serious meet-ups, people would know more about it? am skeptical but not off the table (haha get it)

#asks #asking you this*#anonymous

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My Top 10 songs I heard this year (not released this year)

Our contenders...

Nobody’s Fault from Devil Artemis

Cocktails for Two by Spike Jones and City Slickers

Sylveon Trolls Mega Evolutions - THE MUSICAL by Courtney

Surface Pressure by Jessica Darrow

Blasting Off Again! A Team Rocket Song by Random Encounters

Crushing Thirties by the Chalkeaters

Sad but True/American Badass Mashup from the WWE

Gangstar Torture Dance from Jojo Bizarre Adventure

Miseria Cantare by AFI

Baldi’s Basic Song (You’re Mine) by DAGames

King Julien Vs King Louie from Freshy Kanal

Are You in Love or Just an Asshole from Human Resources

REAL MAN! (asdfmovie skateboarding cow song) by TomSka

The Duck Song Vs Untitled Goose Game by Eddie’s Rap Channel

"We Didn't Start the Bizarre" (A JoJo Song Parody by: Riverdude)

Let the Past Die (Star Wars Song) by RoyishGoodLooks

As If It’s Your Last by Blackpink

BOY: God of War Battle Rap from Mashed

My Butt Has a Fever from Bob’s Burgers

NOT ON THE SIDELINES from Street Fighter 6

DOKI DOKI LITERATURE CLUB BUT ITS A DISNEY CHANNEL CARTOON by Vannamelon

Me Trying to Play Fighting Games from Rich Jammer

It’s Just An by bb-panzu

Eff this Job by Your Favorite Martian

Panic in the Sky from TMNT: Shredder’s Revenge

Rumor Has it by Adele

Bailey’s Birthday Party from Hamster & Gretel

Endless Love from Pop Team Epic

Monster Party from My Little Pony: Tell Your Tale

Hug Me (Feat. @JuKayVid & @Chi-chi ) 【 Come and Learn with Pibby FAN SONG】by Jakeneutron

SLASHSTREET BOYS - "Love to Die" by The Merkins

Caramelldansen Fusion Collab by SilvaGunner

Nxde by (G)I-Dle

The King of Villains/When I said I was evil by Voltaire

Honorable Mention - Rumor Has it by Adele

Death Battle had a lot of fights this season and a lot of great songs. Princess of Pride, Diabolical Invincible Me, Fallen Gods, this was a great year for Death Battle music. And that’s not including the commissioned ones. But starting this year, I am going to disqualify any songs that are Death Battle related so I can have non-Vs songs on this list. Which is why this is an honorable mention. Because it isn’t a Death Battle Related song. Rumor Has it by Adele with Apocalypse smashing Black Adam’s face to the beat was hilarious and I wanted to bring that up.

#10 - Eff this Job by Your Favorite Martian

This year saw the return of Your Favorite Martian. While they have put out some good songs, I don’t think they’re as good as their old work. With one exception: Eff this Job. I can see this song being part of their original releases and being just as fun to listen to then as it is now. So if I could recommend a song from their newest releases, this is the one I am going to highly recommend.

#9 - Gangstar Torture Dance from Jojo Bizarre Adventure

I’ve seen the memes. I’ve seen the references. But I never saw the original source. And now that I have, I love it! I really need to sit down and watch Jojo one of these days.

#8 - Nobody’s Fault from Devil Artemis

The first new song I heard this year, released right when I was about to break up Akuma and Lita in my comics. It perfectly captures the reason why I broke them up. While this is a cover, I heard the original and honestly wasn’t a fan of it compared to the Kermit Version. So this was my #1 for a while…

#7 - Caramelldansen Fusion Collab by SilvaGunner

Talk about a song that is packed with Nostalgia. Classic Internet Meme Song, mashed up with the likes of Weird Al, Sonic, Phoenix Wright and other musical styles. Listening to this is like a big shot of nostalgia to the ears.

#6 - It’s Just An by bb-panzu

If I have to criticize Komi Can’t Communicate for one thing, it’s that I’m not hooked on the theme songs. Luckily for me the Friday Night Funkin’ community brought this out. This mod I think perfectly captures the series. And honestly I do love how the song goes from Komi using pencil scratches to do her beeps and boops until later in the song.

#5 - "We Didn't Start the Bizarre" (A JoJo Song Parody) by Riverdude

Of the ever growing reasons for me to watch Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure, possibly the best We Didn’t Start the Fire Parody using the first five parts of Jojo. It perfectly captures the feeling of the original song while bringing up so much about Jojo that I know thanks to Osmosis. If you ever feel like you need a recap, I think this could help.

#4 - Crushing Thirties by the Chalkeaters

2022 has to be Sonic’s best years in recent times. Sonic’s Second Movie is one of the highest grossing Video Game based Movies, IDW Series are getting critical acclaims, Sonic Frontiers brings fresh life to the games, getting so much support it was a contender for Fan Favorites beating even God of War, and the new Netflix Series got a lot of praise. And with this, these people got the lead singer of Crush 40 to sing a Crush 40 style song about Sonic’s 30th Anniversary. Granted, it is tongue and cheek but man, the lyrics have so many references to past Sonic’s songs it’s hard to not love. There’s another song they released that’s more… Questionable. I’ll leave it at that.

#3 - Monster Party from My Little Pony: Tell Your Tale

Pipp Petals is my favorite pony of this new generation. One of the reasons is she’s a horror fan and this song is a great showing of that. It’s also pretty catchy and for me possibly the best song of the series so far. This includes the actual show and the movie. So here’s hoping she continues to prove to be my favorite of G5.

#2 - Hug Me (Feat. @JuKayVid & @Chi-chi ) 【 Come and Learn with Pibby FAN SONG】by Jakeneutron

Waiting for this show to actually come out is definitely a pain. Luckily fan content exists to hold us off and this one is one of the best. Really captures the feeling of Pibby what she was before and after this Darkness invasion. If the show is as good as this music video, it will be a hit.

#1 - REAL MAN! (asdfmovie skateboarding cow song) by TomSka

The Skateboarding Cow as a joke. It was fine. But man, this song I think is one of the best to come out from the creators of Asdfmovie Series. The song really makes you really support this Real Man’s goal from being a Cow to a Skateboarding Champion. It also explains he was framed for the murders by that farmer. And honestly, it really is a great song for this year. Something I wish I had more of: determination to achieve your goals. And hopefully with the goals I have for next year, I can prove I am a real man as well.

#Songs of the Years

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the world ep.1: movement

looked forward to this ever since i heard it was going to be a rebel-themed collab. while i was expecting more from the teasers (the short film specifically), i’m sure that they’re building up to something good. it’s just ep 1 afterall and ateez lore is so well constructed that i never doubt that they’ll disappoint me.

propaganda - now that’s a superior intro, go argue with the wall if you disagree. it gives me cyberpunk dystopia vibes, perfect with this chapter of the lore that they’re trying to introduce. that is how you build up the vibe of an album.

sector 1 - not me looking up every ateez mv just to figure out where the fuck i heard this before. IT SHOULDN’T HAVE TAKEN ME THAT LONG. YOU MEAN TO TELL ME THEY HAD THIS IN THEIR INVENTORY SINCE ANSWER?$?#@%? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING MEEEEE their lore is so well thought off. it’s a typical hype song by structure but i enjoy it nonetheless. (edit: yeah, no, if you heard the sector 1 intro you’d never expect it would have such a hype chorus. but chorus-wise it’s very generic hype song. smth i know bang chan wld enjoy listening to T_T)

cyberpunk - the love of my life. it’s so cool to listen to man and i’m obsessed with it. the chorus isn’t what you quite expect and i have a thing for this downward sequence in songs, idk what to call it, that just hooks me. also jongho, imo, is carrying every chorus. definitely my fave track.

guerilla - tbh, the song has an nct-like structure and i’m not even surprised that i like it. it’s noise and it’s a(nother) hype song, it’s my thing. and they really embraced the rebel thing, i can feel the anger from here. ALSO JONGHO AGAIN. while i’m not a big fan of the chorus, jongho’s part has me holding on.

the ring - when they said ‘i’m not okay’ i FELT that. we love to see it, considerate kings. the song feels like an interlude rather than a track (sorry). not really my vibe of a chorus.

wdig (where did i go) - wooyoung sounds like jimin here. starts off really well, the beats are so freaking good!!! pre-chorus also has a very nice build up, the chorus feels like smth i’ve heard of before (lmfao i think i heard it from the highlight medley lol) it’s average for me but a very good average that wld prolly grow on me soon.

new world - when i found out this was the last track in the album it made me think that maybe i have a new favorite album (not really, maybe 2nd tho it’s SOOOO good) PERFECT FOR AN ENDING TRACK!!! feel like it could be the ending credits of a marvel movie. is it just me?

conclusion: i’ve been quite distant with ateez for a while now bc their music wasn’t just clicking with me but this album!! it has me concluding that anything halateez related is my shit. should i start calling myself halatiny?

also @decembermoonskz i can’t message you but here are my thoughts on the album. what are yours?

#unwarranted opinions

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title. line without a hook

chapter. three

rating. M

characters. Azul Ashengrotto, Diana Arrow

pairing. Azul Ashengrotto/Diana Arrow

warnings. gore, horror, body horror, cannibalism

note. This fic is a collab with the talented @CHILLABLEU, who was kind enough to bring to life some of the scenes in it! They’re absolutely fantastic, capturing the horror element in the writing perfectly, so I encourage you all to check them out!

Thank you so much for working with me on this, Chilla! ❤️

summary. All Azul ever wanted was to fade into the background. That’s why he tried to lead as ordinary a life as possible, despite the circumstances of his family. That means no close or lasting relationships.

Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tries nothing goes according to plan and now it’s getting harder and harder to pretend that he’s fine with being a background character in his own life.

“I think it’s a great thing to own a watch.”

The chatter in the coffee shop sets him on edge. It’s indistinct enough that it doesn’t let him eavesdrop in others’ conversations, yet loud enough to make it hard to think. Azul massages his temple lightly, bending over the cappuccino that he ordered twenty minutes ago and is slowly going cold. They put chocolate in it for whatever reason, but he feels it would be a waste of time to point that out to the barista. She keeps glancing his way from the counter – she’s a redhead, with big, brown eyes and freckles all over her face – and frowns when she sees Diana crash in the seat right across from him.

She’s only slightly flushed, holding onto a canvas bag that is patched in several spots. “It’s also very expensive.”

“It’s worth the money,” he says. “And you don’t necessarily have to get a new one. There are several second-hand shops that sell perfectly functional watches for half the price.”

Diana glances at him as she takes off her coat, and he has to look away when he sees the big dip of her neckband. At least the shirt is clean, he tells himself. “And you would know just the sort of second-hand shop that would get me a watch like that, right?”

“I’m a knowledgeable man.”

AO3 LINK

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland oc #twst #twst oc #azul ashengrotto x oc #azul ashengrotto #diana arrow #oc x canon #tw body horror #tw cannibalism #tw gore

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Episode 177 : Like Clockwork.

"Rockin' and rollin' like the myth of Sisyphus..."

- Anthony Cruz

More than any other month in the year, February is the one where we remember some of the greats that have passed on; as such, this mix includes tracks from J Dilla, De La Soul (RIP Dave), Big L, and Big Pun. The average ruggedness level is high, and we start off with a classic sample being used on a remix you might not know...volume up!

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Playlist/Notes

Slum Village : We Be Dem (Atomic Dog Mix)

"Atomic Dog" is one of the most heavily-used samples in Hip-Hop, and with good reason - even in novice hands it sounds good, and with someone like J Dilla in charge, it sounds amazing! He has it twitching on the three on a beat it's impossible not to move to, and on the mics, the crew don't get too complex. It's only a short one, which I got on a white label of unreleased Slum Village cuts, but I think you can find it these days on some of the digital platforms. In my opinion, this mix wins over the original version!

The ARE : OH

You can hear the sound of a well-known Michael Jackson cut being atomised and reconfigured on this killer from the "Dem Damb Jacksons" instrumentals, which punches so hard that you realise why the track title is in upper case! The whole project, as you might guess from the name, is all MJ and Jackson 5 samples, worked to perfection by the man from Houston who you may also know as a member of K-Otix.

De La Soul ft. Yummy Bingham : Much More

A single that deserved to be so as a standout from "The Grind Date", this starts off with an uncredited guest appearance by the DJ Premier questioning the commitment of some to the the Hip-Hop culture, before passing to the late great Dave (aka Trugoy) to handle the opening verse. "Using these minutes like I value the call" is a great analogy for an MC who understood more than many how important it is to say something when you have the platform to do so. J Dilla's beat is grand and imposing, and his re-pitching of the main sample as used in the hook wrong-foots you - it was originally sung by a man, but sounds like a woman by the time he's finished with it!

Sol Uprising ft. Emanon : Feel The Sound

Somehow I'd "played past" this one over and over again, due to it sharing a slab of vinyl with the incredible "Raach Ya Sol" on the 2004 "They Don't Know" 12", but having stumbled on it while shortlisting for this month, I think I need to find more places to play it! Sol Uprising is the union of Sci the MC and the awesome Stacy Epps, who is towards the top of my list of "Musicians I Wish Had Released More Material". Alongside them here are Emanon, with Exile (who you might know better for his work with Blu) on production, and Aloe Blacc on the mic. It's the records like this, the ones that slip under the radar, the ones that you sometimes take a chance on, that really make a DJ's record collection.

L.E.G.A.C.Y : More

Legacy strides over this cut from the "Legsclusives" album with so much confidence that you can't help but love it! 9th Wonder's beat from the heyday of the Justus League initially draws you in with the short sample that repeats throughout and his swinging drum track (with a different snare/clap than you might have expected), but that sneaky low bass really anchors it.

Kid Capri ft. Big Pun and NORE : Block Party

Big Pun is regarded as one of the greats in spite of him unfortunately passing away without a huge amount of recordings - his impact was that powerful. It's always a joy to realise you have a feature by him that might not be known to many, and so we land on this collab alongside fellow Latino New Yorker Noreaga, with the legendary Kid Capri on production. "Soundtrack To The Streets", on which this appears, was Kid Capri's 1998 album where he handled things behind the boards and brought in an all-star cast on the mics - being a DJ with his kind of pedigree, there were a lot of people he could call!

Otis McDonald : One For Dilla

This could happily be played anytime, but as we're paying tribute to J Dilla this month then it's a perfect inclusion for the current episode. You can definitely hear the influence throughout, even as it builds from an initial relatively chilled loop to a more energetic second section before settling down again. This is great work from the "Summer" album.

NEMS, Uncle Murda, Dave East, Scram Jones : NY Is Killing Me

"City workers give up twenty years of they life and still can't afford to pay a mortgage in the Five Boroughs..." It's raw, it's abrasive, and it has a point! You might have missed this one from last year, but this Scram Jones-produced single has Coney Islands' NEMS and guests expressing their frustrations with life in modern day New York City. It's like a rawer, more serious version of J-Zone's "Bullshit City", which the longtime listeners will have heard back on episode 11!

DJ Muggs & Meyhem Lauren : Ready For War

There are many things I love about this track, one of the more specific being the sampled vehement assertions regarding the cost of the sound system :) Of course, the production from Muggs is dark and heavy as per usual and the man on the mic is one of my favourite MCs, Meyhem Lauren! The third in the series of Soul Assassins LPs was another star-studded affair that spawned a companion short film shot in the actual Death Valley - and that in turn spawned an original score from which this track is drawn.

Buccaneer : Bad Man Story

A dancehall classic that's been getting a lot of play from me recently, a gunman anthem on the Baddis riddim that can move any dance! This 1998 release is on "Da Opera" LP, which is well worth a listen, as well as being a big single and also popping up in the Jamaican crime film "Third World Cop".

Blak Twang : Online

Bringing it to the UK for the last tune in the segment, and one I hadn't played at all for a long time - long enough that only after recording did I catch a line that I felt more comfortable censoring. From the third Blak Twang LP "Kik Off" (following the originally-unreleased "Dettwork South East" and "19 Long Time", Tony Rotton gets busy on a Preemo-influenced Harry Love track.

Nicolay : The Specialist (Instrumental)

The Dutch master himself has blessed us via the medium of modern digital distribution with a collection of his old unreleased instrumentals, "Nice Chops - The Dutch Schultz Tapes 2004-2008", which absolutely still stand up today. You can hear his more contemporary material as a soloist and as part of The Foreign Exchange, but this is a great bit of nostalgia and part of a wider set of releases celebrating twenty years of Nicolay's music.

Method Man ft. Raekwon : Meth vs. Chef

Easily one of my favourite cuts from "Tical", Meth's debut and the first of the Wu solo albums, which somehow turns thirty this year... All the elements are here - raw beat, the infamous kung-fu samples (this time from "Ten Tigers of Kwangtung" and "Shaolin Master Killer"), and bars upon bars. Meth opens up before the bell rings to end his verse/round, and then Raekwon brings it home rough like Timberland wear, as he would himself say!

Semi Six : Silver Moon

No singing hook, no hook at all in fact on this single - just a constant lyrical onslaught by one of the finest MCs in the D. The intro is eerie, off-balance, and makes it sound off when you mix it, but as soon as it's over, the dark beat thunders in and doesn't let up until the death - props to the producer, fellow Detroit native AntBell!, for providing a suitable soundtrack for this one.

Mixmaster Mike : Bermuda Tri-Axl

The 2000 "Eye Of The Cyklops" release is so simultaneously chaotic and seamless that when I came to digitise it, the only way I could work out where each track began and ended was to look it up on Discogs and read from the track timings! The legend from Rocksteady DJs/Invisibl Skratch Piklz and also the Beastie Boys, whether on production or on the wheels, always walks that line between virtuosity and total anarchy in a way few can pull off.

O.C. ft. Big L and The Lost Boyz : Dangerous The Sequel

I cut this one a little short as O.C's next verse isn't so much to my taste! I thought sharing this slightly different version of the Big L-featured cut from the classic "Jewelz" LP would be a good way to play a track you may not know while also including some Big L - like Big Pun, he sadly didn't have a long enough time with us to build a deep catalogue. Production is done by Da Beatminerz, who take one of the all-time classic samples and put some deep bump underneath it. This on the B-side of the excellent "Can't Go Wrong" 12".

[DJ Spinna] Jigmastas : Magnetize (Instrumental)

The drums are smacking, the bass is rumbling, and the overall vibe is hectic on this instrumental from the 2016 "Resurgence" album from this much-respected Brooklyn crew. I played the vocal version of this back on episode 91, which is definitely worth a listen!

Natural Elements : This Is Not A Drill

High-wire apocalyptic Hip-Hop, courtesy of one of the finest groups of MCs you can even think about finding anywhere. Over Charlemagne's dramatic beat, A-Butta, Mr. Voodoo and Swigga all tear it down on a single that suits the extremely serious times we find ourselves in. The original plan was to start the episode with this track...but how do you follow up after this kind of demolition?

Please remember to support the artists you like! The purpose of putting the podcast out and providing the full tracklist is to try and give some light, so do use the songs on each episode as a starting point to search out more material. If you have Spotify in your country it's a great way to explore, but otherwise there's always Youtube and the like. Seeing your favourite artists live is the best way to put money in their pockets, and buy the vinyl/CDs/downloads of the stuff you like the most!

Check out this episode!

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Hiyo, Secret Santa here.

Oh man what a way to get into this group! Jongin's first album was so amazing, I'm still obsessed with it. And he's such a talented dancer, you can tell how much he loves it. I was lucky enough to see him perform live, and I swear you can't keep your eyes off him. Yixing!! He is such a stellar artist, the music he creates, how creative he is, it's just so freaking admirable. He always brings such awesome music, not just lyrically, but visually. Would you say he's your bias?

Monster... there will never be as powerful of a song as that one. You can make any non kpop fan into one with that song alone. That's how I got into them. A friend was posting the KoKoBop teasers and I asked her about them, but she had me listen to Monster first. I was hooked in 20 seconds and have been a fan since.

Is there any group or solo artist, kpop or not, you'd ever want to see work with Exo or one of the guys?

~SS

hi, secret santa!

holy shite, you got to see jongin live?? must've been incredible! that's prolly one of those memories you'll keep forever, no matter how many years have passed.

and yes, yixing is definitely amazing! i think i got into him through Lit? it's quite hard to pin-point an exact moment when i became his fan, but i do remember his lit mv was one of the first (if not the actual first) song and music video of his that i listened to/watched. i'd definitely say he's my bias out of all nine, even though initially that spot was occupied by jongin. XD yixing went from bias wrecker to ult bias real quick, ngl.

oh! you wanna hear a fun story? all throughout junior high and high school, most of my friends were into kpop already. the major reason they couldn't got me into it alongside them was because i already got too preoccupied with western bands. i don't remember if any of them stanned exo as, like, their main fave, but considering how big and popular the boys already were at that time, someone must have showed me a few of their songs/MVs because when i heard monster, it felt so familiar. and you're so right, that song is so powerful! i wholeheartedly believe that if i wasn't so obsessed with All Time Low, the first time my mates showed me monster, i would have started stanning exo so quick.

okay, so i don't know if this is kinda cheating or not considering technically they're still part of the same group, but i kinda do want to see baekxing duo collab. just the two of them! i hear from other exo-ls all the time that those two were basically inseparable besties, and i want to see their dynamics play out musically. would that be acceptable? 😅 another collab i'd love to see would be: italian composer emiliano ercoli (if he's still actively making music, that is) making something for chen, i think that'd be interesting. or yixing with early-to-mid 2000s agnes monica (now known as agnez mo). oh man, am really all over the place with this one, ahahaha. sorry about that! ^^;

#exolss22 #my secret santa

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Hi, I’m Sevń!

Welcome to my collection of stories. Everything here is rated 18+ and up, and is only intended for mature audiences. Minors that are caught reading and/or interacting within this space will be blocked.

These are my original writings that belong to me. No one is permitted to copy, claim, translate, or repost my work. The credits for the graphic creations go to @itaeewon and they are not to be reposted or claimed as your own.

𝄃 latest: ⤿ hours || jjk

𝄃 requests: ⤿ closed

𝄃 genre guide: ♖ angst | ♡ fluff | ♘ smut/mature

𝄃 drabbles:

⤿ Cool’n - ♘ established relationship | brat tamer!seokjin | sugar baby!reader

You’re just out doing some hot girl shit with your friends, but your boyfriend does not approve.

𝄃 one shots:

⤿ Strings - ♖♡♘ rich dilf!seokjin | ceo!seokjin | strangers to lovers | new year’s eve au | bad habits universe

After getting ditched by your friends at a New Year’s Eve party, you and Seokjin decide it’s best to stick together—since neither of you are in the partying mood. You two may be from different worlds, but you have at least one thing in common. It’s been ages since you’ve had a decent hook up, so why not bring in the new year putting an end to your dry spell?

There is one rule, however. When the morning comes, you both have to go separate ways—and carry on as if it never happened.

An eye for an eye is the old saying. But sometimes, people are greedy when it comes to revenge. Seokjin is that guy. Cross him over, and he’ll burn down everything in his path. People may compare him to a monster, but you see him as a man who’s been wrongfully accused. He’s your dark knight, and you are his angel. Ride or die describes your relationship perfectly, but you wouldn’t compare yourself to Bonnie and Clyde.

If revenge is best served cold, then betrayal must be delivered with a block of ice.

𝄃 series: ⤿ coming soon…

𝄃 drabbles:

⤿ Always & Forever - ♡♘ husband-to-be!yoongi | established relationship | wedding day au | poc!reader

No matter the circumstance, Yoongi’s always there for you.

Part II - Part III (coming soon)

𝄃 one shots:

⤿ Bad Habits - ♖♡♘ f*ckboy!yoongi | exes to lovers | exes with benefits | new year’s eve au

You and Yoongi ended your relationship three years ago. However, neither of you can ever seem to resist the urge of sneaking off and screwing each other until the sun comes up. Your friends beg you to stop seeing him, knowing he isn’t good for you. But how can you stay away when you see him at a New Year’s Eve party, looking hotter than ever? There’s nothing to worry about; you know exactly how to play his game. Or so you thought.

⤿ Big Deal - ♘ idol!yoongi | mature comedy

“It’s never a big deal until it becomes your big deal,” Yoongi learns.

⤿ Dirty - ♘ old west au | dom!yoongi

If you play nice, they’ll always do you dirty.

⤿ Mu$ic Fairy - ♖♘ rapper!yoongi | podcaster/songwriter!oc | black!oc

When Yoongi’s career started to kick off, he never imagined he’d have a secret admirer this early in the game. Sure, random women throw themselves at him all the time, but this one has a different approach when it comes to getting his attention.

⤿ Perfect Moments ft. Jungkook - ♘ boyfriend!jungkook | threesome au | sequel to Perfect Men by @/kookskingdom

Your birthday isn’t over yet; why end the party so soon?

⤿ The D is for Effort - ♖♘ coworker!yoongi | rivals/coworkers to ??? | office au | corporate au

You’re butchering this report, but your pride will not allow you to let Yoongi help. Too bad he’s had enough of your stubbornness.

𝄃 series: ⤿ coming soon…

𝄃 drabbles:

⤿ Quickies - ♘ established relationship | boyfriend!hoseok

You bring your boyfriend home with you for summer break, and he tries to get in your pants every chance he gets.

𝄃 one shots:

⤿ Off Duty - ♡♘ dilf!hoseok | nanny!reader | bdsm au | friends to lovers

Mr. Jung helps you enjoy your night off.

𝄃 series:

Encore | Danger! | Party Time ⤿ series drabbles: Kink Hours Drabble

𝄃 drabbles:

⤿ Bad For You - ♡♘ bad boy!namjoon | best friends to lovers | fwb to lovers | idiots to lovers

Namjoon’s got it bad for you. He just doesn’t know how to say it.

𝄃 one shots:

⤿ I Feel It Too - ♡♘ Namjoon doesn’t believe in love, he believes in sex—no strings attached, of course. Building sex bots would not only satisfy his needs but make him a very rich man. However, he needs to understand a level of intimacy he can’t explore with just anyone. That’s why you’re the perfect candidate.

𝄃 series: ⤿ coming soon…

𝄃 drabbles: ⤿ coming soon…

𝄃 one shots:

⤿ Demon Time - ♖♘ strangers to lovers | nightclub owner!jimin | stripper!reader | featuring female oc (Layla)

Breaking up with a cheater isn’t always enough. Sometimes you have to show a bitch how it’s done.

⤿ Stained T-Shirt - ♡♘ roommates/friends to lovers | f*ckboy!jimin | poc!reader

Jimin’s a f*ckboy, but you can help yourself. You like him, and he likes you too, you think?

𝄃 series: ⤿ coming soon…

𝄃 drabbles: ⤿ coming soon…

𝄃 one shots:

⤿ Rain On Me ft. Jungkook - ♘ slight strip club au

It’s about time you, Jungkook, and Taehyung have a little “private” show.

⤿ Surprise! - ♘ established relationship

Your boyfriend is sending you nudes, again… And also helping you discover hidden kinks?

⤿ Unconditionally - ♖♡♘ divorce au | exes to lovers au | parents au

A mother’s love is unconditional, and they deserve just as much. They aren’t always perfect in the other’s eyes, but to some people—mom is as close to perfect as you can get.

Everyone makes mistakes, we’re human.

𝄃 series: ⤿ coming soon…

𝄃 drabbles:

⤿ Hours - ♘ neighbors to lovers | implied unestablished relationship to established relationship

You walk across the hall and visit your neighbor Jungkook every Wednesday to drink, chill, sing some karaoke… watch some Netflix. But you always end up wobbling back to your apartment after hours of doing all kind of unholy things. Not tonight.

𝄃 one shots:

Camp Crystal Lake is under new management. You’ve come back to your old hometown to gather some work experience before graduation. You know the dark history surrounding these grounds, but the real challenge is going to be a hot guy standing in your kitchen, the same guy that made you leave in the first place.

⤿ Peaches - ♘ Jungkook can’t keep his hands to himself, or his mouth.

⤿ Perfect Moments ft. Yoongi - ♘ boyfriend!jungkook | threesome au | sequel to Perfect Men by @/kookskingdom

Your birthday isn’t over yet; why end the party so soon?

⤿ Playdates - ♘ dilf!jungkook | neighbors au | single dad!jjk

Jungkook calls you out and shows you what you’ve been missing.

⤿ Rain On Me ft. Taehyung - ♘ slight strip club au

It’s about time you, Jungkook, and Taehyung have a little private show.

After months of shooting your shot, Deadly Svn’s lead singer, Jungkook, finally messaged you back—with some coordinates? Where will they take you?… And what will be in store for you when you arrive?

𝄃 series:

⤿ Dilemma - ♡♘ fuckbuddies to lovers | slice of life | mini series

It’s not weird for Jungkook to show up without texting first. But this week, he’s caught you at a bad time.

𝄃 OT7 WORKS:

⤿ Unholy Night Series

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